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...Voix Humaine. The setting is a grim Depression flat. Soprano Marilyn Zschau is preparing breakfast for her husband before leaving for her own job as a waitress. While she flops around the room in her slip, she carries on a one-way conversation with the silent and unseen spouse as he gets up and goes into the bathroom to shave...
...cheered in anticipation when the camera fastened on some woman's ass. I admit to somewhat similar behavior--on a smaller scale--at home in front of my television screen, enjoying a private relationship with the camera (I kid myself that, like James Stewart in Rear Window, I am unseen); but there's something frightening about seeing your own harmless perversions enthusiastically endorsed by hundreds of people. Except these people didn't seem to want to question their responses. They seemed like the leering, drooling maniacs in the asylum scene of Brian Depalma's Dressed to Kill, applauding the strangulation...
...seems almost pointless to describe the plot. Anyone who has not been lost in a galaxy far, far away for the past decade or so could describe it sight unseen. Bobby Lee Burnett (Bruce Dem) prospers building taco stands. His wife ( Ann-Margret) is driving him slightly bananas, but she is pleasant enough beneath her Southern accent and her kittenish sexual ways. Bur nett has his 40th birthday and, having received his Betamax, wonders if that is all life has to offer. Next thing he knows he has bought a Porsche, had an affair with a Dallas Cowgirl and told...
...cheered in anticipation when the camera fastened on some woman's ass. I admit to somewhat similar behavior--on a smaller scale--at home in front of my television screen, enjoying a private relationship with the camera (I kid myself that, like James Stewart in Rear Window, I am unseen); but there's something frightening about seeing your own harmless perversions enthusiastically endorsed by hundreds of people. Except these people didn't seem to want to question their responses. They seemed like the leering, drooling maniacs in the asylum scene of Brian Depalma's Dressed to Kill, applauding the strangulation...
...cheered in anticipation when the camera fastened on some woman's ass. I admit to somewhat similar behavior--on a smaller scale--at home in front of my television screen, enjoying a private relationship with the camera (I kid myself that, like James Stewart in Rear Window, I am unseen); but there's something frightening about seeing your own harmless perversions enthusiastically endorsed by hundreds of people. Except these people didn't seem to want to question their responses. They seemed like the leering, drooling maniacs in the asylum scene of Brian Depalma's Dressed to Kill, applauding the strangulation...