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...reverse situation take Winthrop. A rather cozy dining hall, being half submerged underground, it feels small and intimate. The tables are all squeezed up against one another, demanding a rather petite student to safely navigate to a chair with laden tray. And in the soap opera social scene of Winthrop of yesteryear, the cast of characters were designed to wiggle their way between the tables. However randomization has brought football players to Winthrop. And they simply don't fit. They can't get to the seats, and stand around holding their trays, seeming all the more hulking in the small...
Fran Benedetto, a nurse married to a New York City policeman named Bobby Benedetto, is finally running away. Helped along by an underground railway for victims of domestic abuse, Fran, after years of beatings and broken bones at Bobby's hands, is vanishing with their 10-year-old son Robert. The oldest American story: escape to reinvent the self. Fran changes her name to Beth Crenshaw and ends up in a dreary garden apartment in inland Florida, an hour from the ocean. She and Robert, afoot beside the Florida highway, have their Thanksgiving dinner at the Chirping Chicken...
...primitive? Then go with Twelve Monkeys (1995). Devastating plague, Terry Gilliam-style. The director gets a decent turn out of Bruce Willis, a better one out of Brad Pitt, and treats us to a spectacular vision of humanity crammed underground when germs and wild animals rule the streets of a Philadelphia far in the future. At least street crime is down...
These products pack Moscow's several malls and posh stores. Products that do not make it into these classy establishments spill onto the streets. Around every metro stop and in every underground crossing are makeshift kiosks and tables, called, lapki, that sell newspapers, fruit, books, CDs, videos, clothing, hats, groceries and whatever else the market will bear. This is capitalism at its rawest. Muscovites no longer need to wait in line for stale bread, and they know longer need to trade kitschy revolutionary pins for American blue jeans...
...green robes, or all in black, gather around a brazier, drinking tea. A high priest in orange robes, followed by an attendant carrying a red umbrella, delivers blessings on the heads of rows of crouching petitioners. Underneath the main hall is the temple's most charged metaphorical space, an underground passageway, black as the womb, in which the visitor, sightless, is invited to fumble through the cold and dark in search of a "Key to Paradise...