Word: townes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Although Les Demoiselles de Rochefort spends most of its time chronicling the happy anguish of would-be lovers, and Demy heightens an already infectious gaiety by literally painting the town, reminders of reality pervade the film. A distant war threatens the autonomy of Maxence (Jacques Perrin), an artist searching for Catherine Deneuve; most unusual, friendly M. Dutrouz turns out to be a psychotic killer who has sliced his beloved into sections of varying shapes and sizes and stuffed her into a trunk. But even these mystifying inclusions cannot destroy the sweep of Demy's happy rhapsody (as he well knows...
...some of the most embarrassing examples of social realism west of Leningrad. And right smack in the center of the whole city is the Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument -- a phallic shaft of stone topped by a 200-foot representation of a frightfully winged female, supposedly "the happiest lady in town...
...Barrington project most closely resembles World War Two army housing. It is not an urban ghetto like Roxbury, but neither does it have the suburban appearance of Watts. There are few trees, but many open sewage ditches. The air is warm and heavy like a Southern town. Down at the Barrington Lounge, the local hotspot, you wouldn't be surprised to find Rod Steiger roughing up a few of the "nigras...
...room on the third floor, a newcomer from out of town, an Outside Agitator, advised one of the veterans from the liberated buildings. "I've seen this kind of strike before. It'll never work, that's for sure. You'll never hold it. Kirk will leak the story that the Selective Service is going to draft all strikers and that seniors aren't going to get their diplomas. Don't stick your neck out. What you need now is an honorable withdrawal. Peace with honor, you know?" The veteran, who hadn't changed his clothes or slept more than...
...been convinced that there is no shortest path between these two points, that Brattle Square, and perhaps most of the corner we occupy in south-west Cambridge, are located smack in the heart of what science-fiction writers used lovingly to term a "time warp." Four years of this town, of predictable variety and commonplace brilliance, can do that to a fellow. Places, and the people who choose to hold them, can distort perception; can modify and magnify, enrich and cheapen, help and hurt. Cambridge does things to events and phenomena, and it takes no poet's sensibility to realize...