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...wall of my room in Dunster House, a visual synopsis of another Christina's life, one far away from Harvard and my daily existence. With its clear, sweeping brush strokes, monochromatic color scheme, and spare format,Christina's World wipes trouble and anxiety from the mind of its viewer by providing a glimpse of a purer time preserved in the ambered golden tones of Wyeth's brush. Unlike most art critics who maintain that the woman's body in the foreground is twisted in agony and torture, I see yearning and hopefulness in her gesture. Turning away from us toward...
Like My Beautiful Laundrette minus the homosexuality, the bond between the two boys is the bond that holds the viewer to the screen. Their interaction, the fun and the sadness they have together makes you happy as you watch the movie. Tea in the Harem manages to convey a lot of things, from poverty to alienation, by seeing them reflected through the boys' relationship instead of confronting them directly...
...knaves. In fact, it says that nothing is sadder than enduring the death of romance, and nothing more wryly poignant than looking at it from the outside. In Heartburn (as in Kramer vs. Kramer), the "outside" is the tunnel-vision point of view of the offended party. The viewer, who is vouchsafed all Rachel's perceptions and prejudices, is never told Mark's reasons for seeking solace in the bed of a society hostess while his wife is seven months pregnant. But nobody said life or art had to be fair. Only true and painful and funny. In its wicked...
...novel relied on Ephron's cauterizing prose to anchor the reader; the movie's commentary is the dialogue that Streep's fine, suggestive face carries on with the viewer. Stranded in rage, this Rachel has only the camera as her therapist, and Streep will turn to it as to a friend, confiding a querulous eyebrow or subtle grimace, simultaneously inhabiting and commenting on her role. Nicholson has a tougher assignment. He is, here, only half a man, all surface and no substance, and finally he distances himself from Mark, his face going slack in a kind of moral torpor...
Many people, trapped by various aspects of society--including the professor, the goatherd, and a ridiculous grass-smoking stereotype who wears a heavy locked chain around his neck, and says mysteriously, "I threw away the key"-- feel this strange attraction to Mona, and the viewer comes to feel it also. One doesn't quite identify with Mona, because she isn't really a personality, but one does identify with her driving force, the power that keeps her drifting, keeps her moving past opportunities to settle down, or jobs or love affairs...