Word: inhabitants
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Fireflies, fireflies, light my way/ Lead me to the place where the turtles play") when the story is read by an adult with a three-year-old chiming in. Linda Messier's glowing, Henri Rousseau-inspired illustrations help a child recognize the frogs, catfish, wood ducks and otters that inhabit a nighttime pond deep in the woods. Alligators turn up too, but this being a gentle tale, they pretty much keep to themselves...
Since then, of course, she has been at pains to downplay her role in the Administration, retrenching into a more traditional First Lady persona. But as Bill Clinton was successfully learning to inhabit the role of President, Hillary's role-playing was less consistent. Very often in public she is smiling but remote, her eyes concealed by dark sunglasses. Even when she is having fun, as she clearly was last week, there is an unmistakable sadness to her, a pensive, fragile air that reflects four bruising years in Washington and the bone-deep weariness that campaigning brings. She speaks...
...have been more different. Hiss on first inspection looked like the Fred Astaire of the mandarin left, lithe and well bred, the Establishment's own darling prothonotary warbler. Chambers, sad-sack Dostoyevskian pudge, more Slavic than American in mind, with terrible teeth and an air of doom, seemed to inhabit a flinching shadow world. He dodged through the '30s packing a revolver and hugging the walls of dark corridors. A paranoid smudge, the mandarins thought, whose amorphous bulk concealed a damaged child given to imagining grandiose conspiracies, and messiah roles for himself. Poor Chambers was brutally and dismissively psychoanalyzed, more...
...deftly creating a Leninist's Somerville apartment living room scene so accurate you can almost smell the ramen, set designer Marc Jimenez has come up with a realism equal to much of the characterization and dialogue that Schnairsohn provides for the characters who inhabit the space. Perry is the perfect name for a revolutionary, and Ian is the perfect name for a great lover. Kudos to Sarah Lohrius '98 for providing the smallest of props to add effect to this scene, especially the treasure troll on the mantelpiece, the broken eight-track machine and the portrait of Jimi Hendrix...
...down to the final scene, Blethyn just seems to inhabit a higher level of misery, to achieve great heights of red-faced weeping, to which the other actors simply aren't aspiring. It's not overdone, it's completely appropriate to her story but there are rare times when it just doesn't click. Fortunately, these times are few and far between, and Leigh knows enough to manipulate the overall pace of the movie so as to distribute attention fairly amongst the ones suffering. At one point, when Cynthia begins to meet regularly with her new-found darling Hortense...