Word: traffice
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...projection of white circles on black; white ares cut across them as they dance, defining their bodies, absorbing them into pure design, and translating design into motion. In another sequence, three dancers in what look like stylized gas masks stand bound together by a length of sheet. Sounds of traffic and drilling blur into an oppressive roar as the dancers writhe against their bondage; and against the bleak gray and black patterns projected behind them and onto the moving drapery. At first we perceive the slide-patterns as abstract, then as endless wooden coffins; only near...
...circa 1963. A Spock-like physician-politician (Yves Montand) addresses an antimilitary rally. As he leaves the assembly hall, he is viciously clubbed by hired assassins as a truck simultaneously brushes past him. Three days later, without regaining consciousness, he dies. Officials immediately offer smug condolences about the "regrettable traffic accident." But a few bits of offal stick to the whitewash. A journalist coaxes a witness into a confession; an alibi springs an irreparable leak. The incorruptible public prosecutor (Jean-Louis Trintignant) remains unswayed by police and government threats. Ascending clues like the rungs of a ladder, he finally commands...
...worst was to come after the game, Stuck in traffic. trying to exit from the parking lot. we noticed a group of quite drunken merry-makers of the 1948 clubbie vintage. One of them was marching around the lot sounding a rand-held air raid siren in car windows. Another passed from car to car with a rubber chicken in a pot. Suddenly one of the revelers ripped a peace sticker from my bumper and pasted it across my front windshield. A take-off on the jingoism of "love it or leave it," the sticker read "America-save...
Still stuck in traffic, the denouement soon came. The girl who had remarked upon my glasses got out of a car and tore the second sticker off. As her car pulled alongside. a gray-haired man yelled "she was right and you better not try to do anything about it." Further dialogue ensued with this man. including a suggestion that I leave by helicopter and that five cars were going to follow me out of the parking...
...date got the license number of the car and we tried to get the cop directing traffic to come, but he would not leave his post. We went to the West Haven police station to report the incident. The officers were very sympathetic ("I'm sure they didn't go to Yale; probably didn't even go to high school"). A teletype to Hartford revealed that the car was registered in the name of an auto-leasing agency, which was closed. We returned to New York with the knowledge that the perpetrators of this deed would probably never be caught...