Word: turtlenecks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...with visual ironies. The film opens with Helene stepping out of a bath wrapped in a towel, and it is in the face of a similar situation with Chloe that prompts his return to his wife. Midway through the film, Frederic plays monster with his child by pulling his turtleneck over his head, and he leaves Chloe when he glimpses himself in the mirror in an identical pose while undressing to get in bed with her. Chloe in the Afternoon is above all a designed film. Rohmer's preoccupation with formal symmetry is reflected in his character's uncending concern...
...prospective candidate, McGovern, unnoticed by newsmen, drove out to Muskie's Bethesda house. He arrived at 9:30 p.m. He had wanted to come earlier, but Muskie had put him off: his daughter was cooking dinner for him and would be there until about 9. Muskie, wearing a turtleneck sweater and slacks, was listening to a recording of Bernstein's Mass. "It's O.K.," quipped Catholic Muskie to Methodist McGovern. "You don't have to genuflect." Muskie gave him a tour of the house, which McGovern had never seen before. Then they sat for two hours...
Emperor Hirohito of Japan had never seen anything quite like it. Before him stood Seiji Ozawa, 36, peripatetic conductor of the Japan Philharmonic, the San Francisco Symphony, and next year the Boston Symphony-dressed in turtleneck shirt, black pants, beaded necklace and a pair of dark butterfly glasses (to conceal a bad case of hives). Ozawa accepted an award from the Japanese Academy of Arts, then turned to the Emperor and pleaded: "Your Majesty, please help the Japan Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra. My orchestra is on the verge of being driven out of existence because of financial difficulties." Before World...
...house lights faded. Some hysterical flunkie welcomed everyone to the Big Event--concluding, "And the poet..., the poet..., the poet(!) is YEVTUSHENKO!" The lanky frame of 38-year-old Yevgeny Yevtushenko filled the spotlight. He wore his usual uniform of a gray turtleneck sweater and slacks. In his broken English, the Soviet poet indicated that between performances he had been upstairs in the main sports arena. "I promise to return and fill the main stage," he said. "Who says America doesn't like poetry?" Whether or rather how America likes poetry is not the immediate question; the question...
...Ibiza," she says. "Furious, but then it passes away completely. No one has been hurt. This is not an important story, and it hasn't changed me or my world. This is nothing to me. It's too surreal." Cliff enters, unshaven, almost haggard, in red turtleneck and bedroom slippers. He is not supposed to be there because of the presence of a reporter, but boredom has overcome his promise to his lawyer. Also, the TV set in his room downstairs is broken, and it is time for the late news starring Clifford Irving and friends...