Word: unrealism
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...concept of a vacation also includes quieter things like noticing deer, listening to frogs and staring at the brilliant, spangled nights. Why anyone would choose such activities over munching canapes in the Hamptons is a mystery to many journalists, but then they have long found Reagan somewhat unreal...
...pile up little dots," as Gauguin contemptuously named the pointillists, was to the 1890s what constructivism would be to the 1920s: the house style of Utopian socialism in its various forms. Pissarro was a fervent anarchist, and his dot-crusted scenes of idyllic rural labor (as stylized and unreal, in some ways, as any 18th century pastoral) are attempts, not always successful, to convey an ideal vision of social dignity based on freely shared work. In this he was the heir of Millet as well-though he certainly did not know peasant life as Millet...
...stereo cassette player. Weighing less than a pound and smaller than a paperback book, it has feather-light earphones that transmit sound of concert-hall clarity directly to the brain of the wearer, without bothering anyone near by. As Detroit Audio Salesman Thomas Badoud puts it, "These babies are unreal...
...Unreal or not, people are now bowling to the Beatles, Frisbeeing while learning French, skiing to Shostakovich and jogging to Jagger. The thin wires of the headsets uncoil from Brooks Brothers blazers and Gucci bags, as well as from bib overalls and warmup suits. Commuters, pitchers in bull pens, shoppers hovering over the meat counter and sunbathers soaking up rays are tuning in by the millions. In Houston, prospective buyers of the Sony Walkman, the original device that touched off the craze last year, must sign up for at least a 60-day wait at major audio outlets...
...FILM BEGINS innocently enough: man on train lusts after shapely woman with ripe lips and big eyes. Once the feminist convention has burst onto the scene in all its mad-house glory, we know we're not in Kansas anymore. As thorough in his evocation of an Unreal City as both T.S. Eliot and Franz Kafka, Fellini creates an action-painting so surrealistic, so whirling, and so blinding that the ringing of an unseen telephone in several scenes seems an inexplicable and absurd reminder of everyday life...