Word: swarmed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...that stuff" includes a swarm of commercial irritations and handicaps against which Altman has been straining for years. Thieves, for one, is a film which suffers by them. For instance, cinematographer Boffety would have been unavailable had the film been made in New York or Los Angeles; the union would have prohibited him from working. Boffety, distinguished by his work on European productions like The Things of Life, joins Vilmos Zsigmond, who worked with Altman in McCabe and Mrs. Miller and The Long Goodbye, on the list of the world's expert cameramen used in Altman films...
...most popular movement in American art history, drenched in ballyhoo, gratefully supported by legions of collectors whose appetites bore the same relation to connoisseurship that TV dinners do to poulet en demi-deuil. Warhol, Lichtenstein, Indiana, Rosenquist, Wesselmann, Oldenburg, Johns and Rauschenberg became instant household names, not counting their swarm of epigones. "What we have with the pop artists," wrote the English critic Lawrence Alloway, "is a situation in which success has been combined with misunderstanding." He had coined the term pop art, in England in 1957, "to refer approvingly to the product of the mass media." Appropriately, Alloway, whose...
When Babe Ruth hit his 714th and final home run on May 25, 1935, there was no swarm of reporters and photographers standing by to engulf him as he crossed home plate, no special promotional drum rolls. The 10,000 fans in Pittsburgh's Forbes Field that Saturday afternoon gave the aging hero Ruth a polite cheer-it was his third home run of the game-and let him trot quietly into the dugout and baseball history...
...this time the scrum has broken up and released a swarm of forwards chasing the ball. In rugby the big men are allowed to run with the ball, so they're always ready for a pass...
...Rhein-Main Airport. From the first-class exit emerged a husky 55-year-old man with a distinctive fringe of red beard. At the bottom of the ramp, a German hostess handed him a single pink rose; he smiled faintly and bowed over her hand. As police held a swarm of newsmen at bay, the traveler got into a Mercedes-Benz limousine that whisked him to the tiny village of Langenbroich, 100 miles away. Arriving at his host's small farmhouse, he was welcomed in the harsh glare of TV floodlights. He slipped past the crowd of reporters, photographers, local...