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...smugness. Here it becomes a dominant theme. The most vulnerable targets of Funt's sexual satire are social victims: fat ladies in print dresses, cavernous old men prattling about the new amorality, young men anxious for employment, unaware that the hidden waiting-room camera is counting every tic. Periodically, Funt breaks in to remind the audience that it is hidebound by the strictures of Victorian morality, that his X-rated candid camerawork is helping to free society from hypocrisy and cant. But if society were truly free, there would be no Naked Lady, which lives, like any thigh-slapping...
...whole poetic sensibility. For awhile we all wrote poems about our depressions and called it "the drifting, fading and languishing school." Then we wrote liberal poems about our childhoods and families (discreetly calling it nothing but knowing in our hearts that it was "the Life Studies school.") An occasional tic of style would distinguish one of us from the others-and the style was good, don't get me wrong, competent and finished-but we had sheepishly to admit that we could spot each others' line sequences from a mile away and that those oh so-recognisable adjective arrangements sometimes...
Condon's great and nourishing strength has always been his mania for mania. The mushy midsection of the human-behavior range has no interest for him, and ordinary psychosis not much more. What grips his imagination, and shakes it till splendid words fall out, is the tic of a human bomb. In one novel, a beautiful woman feeds for 20 years on the high-held hope that she will one day, somehow, be able to chop up her lover with a machete. In another, a man sets out, in more sinister fashion, to learn by heart every last scrap...
...Dort, tic, iki, bir!" Thus, with a kind of wild excitement, went the countdown for the Apollo 11 moon landing as heard over Istanbul Radio...
...remarkable piece of acting. Solyony speaks scarcely a half dozen times in all of Act I, and spends most of the time sitting silently on a chair in the corner. Nevertheless, Cioffi tells us a great deal about this morose and mysterious character. We notice a tiny facial tic, and a nervous fidgeting of the thumbs. Sometimes he talks to himself. At other times we perceive that the conversation is making no impact on him at all: his mind has drifted elsewhere, and his eyes have gone dull...