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From the opening, mist-shrouded shot, Scorsese sets a moody, foreboding tone. A score of crashing, discordant strings and staccato horns underpins a visual palette of slate grey and brown, only interrupted for several disconcertingly Technicolor hallucinatory sequences. Scorsese has ever been a master of setting the tone—see, for example, the perfectly balanced grime and gaudiness of “Goodfellas”—and “Shutter Island” is no exception...
...striking portraits, as well as a haunting landscape of Manila lying in smoky ruins after World War II, pastoral paintings are most common in Amorsolo's prodigious body of work - think of rows of smiling women harvesting rice in verdant fields, with a vibrancy unpleasantly reminiscent of the chirpy Technicolor Hollywood musicals that were playing in Manila cinema halls during his lifetime. Not surprisingly, "a lot of [modern] artists felt Amorsolo's work was too romanticized and they rejected it," says...
Worst were the empty playgrounds, bathed in the sunshine of that Technicolor autumn. The parks and schoolyards should have been full of children, noisy with glee, burdened by nothing more troubling than skinned knees. Instead, their silence radiated fear. That was Washington in October 2002, when a person or persons unknown sowed three weeks of terror through random sniper fire. People were killed cutting grass, pumping gas, going shopping, walking to school. Death itself, with hood and scythe, could not have been more random, more remorseless, more unnerving. Or more pointless. When at last the snipers--John Allen Muhammad...
...minimalist stage—black floor, black walls, white screen—suddenly lit up in Technicolor, transforming the Harvard Dance Center into a club. This riveting opening formed a suitably entertaining and vibrant preface to iDance, a fun, fast-paced and well-executed performance that showcased the talents of two Harvard dance groups...
Indians "love to reduce the prosaic to the mystic," Jan Morris wrote, affectionately, more than 30 years ago. And foreigners who go to India often love to project upon its 350 million or so gods their own rainbow-colored visions of Eternity. But far from the Technicolor gurus who excite so much attention in the West, and behind the beeping trucks and fast-rising malls that are so exhilarating to Indians today, everyday souls are sustaining centuries-old ways of bringing gods into their difficult days and homes. In their devotion and humble attentions, Hindu and Muslim and Jain...