Word: suburban
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...exact use of particular locales. In Assault, the desolate quality of a faded section of Los Angeles is captured perfectly in the disconsolate look of a parking lot, a few haggard palm trees, and a grim, sloping street, and there is a similarly good, throwaway treatment of leafy suburban lawns in Halloween...
...balcony. Most of the voices are too weak to carry. Like Borowitz, the director and choreographer work on the if-it-works-once-do-it-again-and-again principle and No Net gets boring. Some of the jokes are funny--"When I walk into a suburban kitchen," says the villainess, "all the little magnets fall off the refrigerator"--but one-liners can't pull this show along...
...children of a vice president of Chicago's Inland Steel Co., Byrne attended Barat College in suburban Lake Forest, then married a Marine Corps pilot. A 1959 crash left her widowed with an 18-month-old daughter, and she plunged into politics. Her first hero was Jack Kennedy. She became secretary-treasurer of his Chicago Citizens Committee, and she worked so hard that even Mayor Daley heard about her. He became her second hero...
Some of the protagonist's prey fare better. Though at times hobbled by accent difficulties, British Actor Peter Firth (Equus) is surprisingly convincing as the title character, a sullen, ducktailed counterboy with vague cowboy dreams of glory. TV's Hal Linden, playing Grant's stuffy suburban husband, makes some thing fresh out of a stereotype, as does Faracy. Unfortunately, these performers must share the screen with Grant and Candy Clark, who turn already hysterical women into harridans. "Filth! Filth!" Grant screams at Gortner, in one of the movie's many unwatchable moments...
...obsessions of surrealism was the way inexplicable events intruded into everyday life. With his dry, matter-of-fact technique, Magritte painted things so ordinary that they might have come from a phrase book: an apple, a comb, a derby hat, a cloud, a birdcage, a street of prim suburban houses, a businessman in a dark topcoat, a stolid nude. There was not much in this list that an average Belgian clerk, around 1935, might not have seen in the course of an average day. But Magritte's combinations were another thing. Magritte's poetry was inconceivable without...