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Nevertheless, Pythonic curveballs keep the movie accessible for adults. Sherwood Forest teems with spit, snot, and dismembered limbs. John Cleese is a lively, simpleton "Hood," distributing art treasures to the downtrodden. "Do you know the poor? I'm sure you'd like them!" he insists with comic-book eyebrows. Michael Palin and Shelley Duvall, in dual roles as lovers across two eras, provide additional satire on old movies, with a touch of the absurd: Palin, in desperate search for a cure to his vague sexual problem, blurts out, "I must have fruit!" This can mean anything; Python at its best...
...came to Congress in 1975, she took Washingtonians by surprise. How could they know that the elegant, gracious Mrs. Fenwick was also an outspoken, steel-strapped pipe-smoker? As Bella Abzug told her, "Everyone expected you to be an uptight dowager." Perhaps Lacey Davenport, her caricature in the Doonesbury comic strip, explains best what Capitol Hill denizens really found. Charming and upbeat, she was unafraid to tangle with the personalities that might have had the power to end her career...
...first book-length American poem, Walt Whiman, with a great sense of how comic the idea was, made love to all of us, to the whole future. We could, he said, make the future now with our imaginations--like the man in the TV ad says today. McMichael does the opposite. To him, the present is always future. Partly he sees this as the human condition (we are displaced; we do have to plan) and partly as an economic one, with capitalism as the engine which continually displaces the present. It exists in terms of consumption only, what is being...
...body belonged to Clint Eastwood or Sophia Loren, it was interesting. Otherwise, except in bed, it was ignored by the public in favor of more important pursuits like winning the space race or building the New Society. Of course, Muscle Man Charles Atlas beckoned to boys from ads in comic books (Don't let bullies kick sand in your face, weakling) and a few grownups even lifted weights at Vic Tanny's. By the early '70s, however, a sweeping change was literally afoot. At a cocktail party, the old-fashioned kind with fat-laced canap...
...Bussiere surreptitiously makes his way through several dossiers, his table-mate tries to imitate him. The noble gesture of the one becomes a comic pantomime in the hands of the other. He chokes, grimaces, swallows with deliberate difficulty. "How can you do this?" he asks. The paper-eater shrugs and chews on. The scene turns in our minds from farce to cynicism. This is the face of The Terror: a mournful man behind a stack of paper...