Word: zippers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...seamless interstate zipper did plunge to the American root. That what-ever-it-is that winked from under hooded flaps of hot-rolled steel and pierced numb-screaming into the pitch of the flesh-ringed blackness; that fired in ringing engines and hung grey-eyed in their dribbling wake. For a day and a half, Fred and I raced through the tidal hours in his bronze-bodied van, but the American whatever stayed with us always. Caught in its plastic envelope like marbles in a dime-store package, we pressed never-ward with eight cylinders and 287 horsepower, spinning down...
...viewer can miss such parallels as the one between this seemingly innocuous face and George the hairdresser's zipper: both are respectable facades covering much more menacing organs. But beyond such breathtakingly contemporary and decidedly hip statements, the movie does little more than pay homage to Hollywood's God, Tinsel, who beneficently provides Beatty, who wrote the script, with enough ribbons and bows to wrap up this relic from some moviemakers' junkyard and offer it as something new. The context is modern but the story is old, so that the viewer is left feeling like someone who goes...
...therefore he wants love too. He's really very touching in his lonely misery." Is Brooks serious about all this? Maybe, but his cure for the poor fellow's isolation is to replace those circa-Karloff lug bolts in his neck with a circa-Courrèges zipper, and to have the heroine swooningly discover that his "ol' zipper neck" is not his only monstrously proportioned part...
Yoshida, now 65, insists that he still follows that formula, and it has made his company, YKK Manufacturing, the world's largest zipper maker. This year it will produce 500,200 miles of zippers, more than enough to stretch to the moon and back. Sales have grown from a pathetic $170 in 1934, YKK's first year, to $475 million...
...Finally an usher at one of the entrances to the bullring took pity on me and went across the street to a firehouse, from which he graciously brought me an old, worn pair of uniform pants. They were about eight inches too big around the waist, and the zipper wouldn't work, but at least I now had some pantalones...