Word: unrealities
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Truffaut is also careful to contrast a real character with his unreal situation. Werner is unshakably believable as a little man who gets hold of a much too big idea, a Jacob who snatches at a straw and finds himself wrestling an angel. As for Christie, the picture strongly supports the widely held suspicion that this actress cannot actually act. Though she plays two women of diametrically divergent dispositions, they seem in her portrayal to differ only in their hairdos. But maybe Truffaut is partly to blame...
QUESTION: And the unreal quality of the horse-riding process in Marnie...
...minimum definition, has lost touch with reality. Many types of psychotics are harmless and helpless. The most dangerous type, the paranoid schizophrenic, on the other hand, is a powder keg of lethal emotions. He frequently has deep sexual problems, often involving his mother. He not only lives in an unreal world that may be dominated by either macabre or fairyland fantasy, but is haunted by fears and delusions of persecution. In his befuddled mind, an accidental bump on a crowded sidewalk or a passing criticism from his employer or family can be transformed into an illusion that the world...
...hospital ward. Patients are frenzied or conniving; doctors hearty and indifferent. Drifting in and out of fantasies, he plods a painful path from demi-death to limited life. Welch's perceptions are keen, and his imagery probes reality like a scalpel. A nurse's face "gained an unreal nutcracker severity from the curve and compression of her nose and lips. It was as if a heavy weight on her head had crumpled the features underneath." Railroad tracks, "like never-ending stilettos, seemed to pierce into the grey, veined, bulging heart of the future." From his sickbed, Denton Welch...
...mobs howled their hatred for Meredith at the University of Mississippi in 1962 - hovered around like mother hens; highway crews even mowed the high grass on the road shoulders to smooth the marchers' path. For veteran civil rights demonstrators, the atmosphere could hardly have seemed more unreal if the Ku Klux Klan had plied them with doughnuts and coffee...