Word: woman
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Christine Schomer: A couple weeks ago when I was in a despairing mood, I was taking the train from New York City and the woman sitting next to me saw my letterhead from the festival. She said "Are you from the Newport Film Festival," and I said, "Yes." She said "I highly recommend it to you," and wrote me a check for $200 on the spot. It was a very nice moment...
...about the value of southern Texas waters as she and her brothers happily swam, polar bear-like, around me. We rented "So I Married an Axe Murderer" more times than I care to admit, and would frighten tourist groups in the Yard by reciting (loudly) all of Mike Myers' "Woman! Wo-man! Wooooooman!" speeches. I entertained her the night she took four Vivarin to write a paper. It became commonplace for us to walk out of our rooms in the morning wearing the same outfit without having planned...
...botany and home decor, spilling intimate details about one of her 13 godchildren, confessing that she is trying to lose weight for her U.S. book tour. Married for three weeks in 1968, she volunteers that she was unfaithful seven times. But ask her what, or who, is the "whole woman," and she turns sober...
Could it be Greer herself: a woman who has, in many ways, devoted herself to the life of the mind, unhindered by family? She teaches at Warwick University and produces scholarly studies on obscure women poets, whose work she publishes with her own Stump Cross Press. But Greer says the whole woman does not exist, and is not she. There's that little matter of waiting by the phone, for starters. "I still, ah, I make myself sick," she admits. "I will flirt, I will--bleccccch--do all of that s__, it's amazing...
Snapshot parables from today's Saigon: a young woman (Nguyen Ngoc Hiep) befriends a leprous poet; a pedicab driver idolizes a bitter whore; an American visitor (Harvey Keitel), who sired a child back in the war days, returns to search for his daughter. Writer-director Bui, who left Vietnam when he was two, returns to graft these daintily sentimental tales onto rapturous vistas, photogenic faces and a long history of colonial hurt. Alas, Three Seasons, a Sundance prizewinner, shows little more than Bui's fondness for visual and narrative cliches. A better director will have to make the definitive "post...