Word: soule
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...there might be. But, my dear brother, oppressed people are fighting everywhere, the world is on the move. Anyone who thinks he can replace one type of oppression with another does not understand the meaning of history or the soul of man. There is a God-ordained move toward freedom-spiritual, moral, physical and material. Man is going to be free...
...inspired is worth less to a playwright than to be obsessed. With Eugene O'Neill, it is the isolated torment of the soul's loneliness. With Arthur Miller, it is the nagging quest for justice. With Tennessee Williams, it is the poignant cry of the violated heart. And though Britain's Alan Ayckbourn does not rank with these playwrights, he, too, has his ambient obsession. Again and again (Absurd Person Singular, The Norman Conquests and now Absent Friends) he dwells on the crimping horizons and absurdist conventional fritter of suburban life...
...Spradlin as the martinet coach to consider. He is not so much a molder of men as a stamp press, mean and implacable. The role may be overwritten, but Spradlin underplays it beautifully. It is no joke going one on one with him for possession of your own soul. The conflict of wills between him and Benson-though it may be implausible in some of its details-is just the kind of dumb confrontation an eager kid and a rigid systemaniac can stumble into...
...Exorcist II: The Heretic, Father Richard Burton arrives from the Vatican to search out Pazuzu in Linda's soul, and meanwhile have a religion-science face-off with Psychiatrist Louise Fletcher, who wants to do the job by hypnosis. Pazuzu gets mad as a hornet - or rather as a locust, the guise in which he usually appears. He makes Linda's eyes glow and flings her postpubescent body about like a beanbag. Soon she is back in that bedroom in Georgetown, where Burton tries to rip the heart - literally - out of her possessed alter...
...with impunity." When an enemy on the force confesses aloud an urge to "rearrange" Laidlaw's face, Laidlaw replies: "You should fight that. It's called a death-wish." As Mcllvanney pieces him together, Laidlaw emerges as a jumble of contradictions, a sensitive, intelligent soul performing brutal, repetitive work. Indeed, some of Laidlaw's ruminations sound like heavier luggage than a functioning police man ought to carry: "What's murder but a willed absolute, an invented certainty...