Word: spectral
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...BUMP. The noise comes from the corridor outside her room. Huge feet run past, run back, stop at the bedroom door. Silence. Something is listening. The young woman stares in alarm. Then softly a big body rubs against the door and at the crack beneath it snuffles a gigantic spectral snout. The young woman clutches her throat and-BANG! BANG! BANG...
...Upkeep is nominal; an occasional dusting or a once-over with the vacuum keeps the topknot topnotch. And many of Adrian's wiglets, unlike the French designs, go up and out in living color. Although "Les Plumes" fans out to three all-brunette coils, "Celestial Arc" works its spectral way from pale lavender on the top to ash blond at the lower level. "Flamingo" starts out peach-pink and ends up a deep gold. "It's what nature does," says Adrian. "Your trees, your flowers, your limbs, your leaves-everything's all light...
...wondered, in another story, whether the "A" of adultery might not stand for admirable. Williams is full of similar moral ambivalence. His oppressive, superheated tropics are Poe's "ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir," and his characters some times seem like Poe's spectral phantoms of a locked-in ego, walking somnambulically to their dooms. Williams shares Melville's somber cosmic dread. It was of the Encantadas, the desolate islands of the Galapagos, that Melville wrote: "In no world but a fallen one could such lands exist." And it is "on the beach of the Encantadas" that Sebastian...
...documentary effect, never indulging in special, lush shots that would make the world of his film seem more ordered or more wonderful than the world of day-to-day experience. But the "real" world suffices well enough indeed as a backdrop of malignity, Screaming traffic, hostile crowds and dark, spectral buildings frame this drama of the streets which is not just a slice of life, but seems to have been wrenched whole-cloth from...
...book all this horror, like a walking death, is veiled in a ghostly winding sheet of luminous Jamesian language. Nothing is clear; anything is possible; evil like a serpent glides unseen beneath each gliding sentence. In the film, necessarily, the spectral prose is replaced by spooky images and scary noises. Some of them are eerily effective: Sheffield Park, the gorgeously rotting old Georgian mansion in which the film was mostly made, is a demon's dream house, and Director Jack (Room at the Top} Clayton, sensitively seconded by Cameraman Freddie Frances, has filled every coign and corridor with...