Word: wombs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Bridge, the Captain spots a young white couple crouching together in the front seat of a Mercedes. The man throws a bloody rag out the window. "They just couldn't wait to get home before shooting up," he tells Snowdrop. She smiles back, still glowing in her speedball womb. -By James Wilde
...vault over a chain-link fence. Their camaraderie is familial, embracing, unselfconsciously homoerotic. Left to their better selves, they can easily go all moony over sunsets, quote great swatches of Robert Frost verse, or fall innocently asleep in each other's arms. Their ideal world is both a womb and a locker room; no women need apply to this dreamy brother hood. With its soft, silvery lighting, its slow fades and dissolves and a lush score (by Carmine Coppola, the director's father), The Outsiders means to create the greasers' dream world even as it describes...
...sinning and fumblingly seeks redemptive grace and the meaning of existence. But since, like Scarlett O'Hara, he puts off thinking about the hard questions until tomorrow, he always loses his way. He traces an allegory of man's brief bewildering journey from his mother's womb to Mother Earth...
...first place, one that, when it was finally played out, involved an array of several unattractive personalities, a multimillion-dollar lawsuit, the specter of baby selling, the suspicion of fraud and deception, and a tasteless denouement on a television talk show, where the M.C. spoke of "renting a womb...
Jean (Suzanne Bertish) and Rita (Fran Brill) seem not to have come from the same womb. Jean is frumpy, asocial, infertile and separated from her husband. Rita is chic, impregnable as a rabbit, and antiseptically fastidious, except when it comes to stealing another woman's husband. Jean has tended the senile, incontinent mother for desolatingly lonely months; Rita has used the Ma Bell commercial method of reaching and touching by phone. Waves of passion rise between the two sisters like water spuming against a coastal reef, then subside in daughterly grief before the great silence: death. Suzanne Bertish...