PAGE 30
THE WORLD'S MOST
DISTINGUISHED FILMS
Oct. 12-14. Ozu's Late Spring
Oct. 15-17 Michelangelo Antonioni's The Passenger
with Jack Nicholson and Maria Schneider
Oct. 19-21 John Ford's Rio Grande
with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara
Nicholas Ray's Johnny Guitar
with Joan Crawford and Mercedes McCambridge
Oct. 22-24 Joseph von Sternberg's The Blue Angel
with Emil Jannings and Marlene Detrich
Frtiz Lang's M with Peter Lorre
Oct. 26-28 Sidney Lument's
Long Day's Journey Into Night
with Katherine Hepburn, Ralph Richardson, Jason Robards, and Dean Stockwell
Oct. 29-31
Nov. 2-4
AND
Don Siegel's Invasion Of The
Body Snatchers and
The Cat People with Simone Simon
Jean-Luc Godard's Tout Va Bien
Nov. 5-7
with Jane Fonda and Ives Montand
The magical musical with miracle TECHNICOLORİ
A memorable experience you'll
always cherish!
Music by
Rita
It has everything you can ask for....
in the grandest musical of them all!
HAYWORTH GENE KELLY
Cover
JEROME KERN
Lyrics by
IRA GERSHWIN
THE COVER GIRLS
15 of America's Most Bridal Homes
with
with LEE BOWMAN
Giel
PHIL SILVERS JINX FALKENBURG Screen Play by VIRGINIA VAN UPP Directed by CHARLES VIDOR
You Were Never Lovelier
with Fred Astaire and Rita Hayworth
NEW MAYFIELD REPERTORY
ՌՈ
cinema
12300 MAYFIELD RD CLEVELAND OHIO
VISIT OUR CASABLANCA BAR STUDENT DISCOUNTS 229-3875
HIGH GEAR
OCTOBER 1976
STRUGGLING FOR FEMINISM
By DONNA MINKLER
The sixties had no formal dictum, perhaps, but what pervaded the period was a series of once novel notions. now turned cliche in the wake that only retrospect and time can bring...such adages populating those days were "hang loose" and "whatever happens happens for a reason. How comfy those notions seem now and how at odds they seem in this demanding decade...the :seventies.
The sixties said "ethic shmethic...that whole concept is outrageously pathetic. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. "So,
"
it was with the vigor that only valium can bring, that we stood aloft and tall joining Alan Ginsberg as he watched incredulously while "the best minds of my generation were destroyed by madness: starving, hysterical, naked.." as the individuals became "coalitions" and metaphors, the meat that our movements were made of. The sixties was a lovely time when guilt was evicted pronto and hedonism welcomed...when love reigned high, and peace signs replaced the soldier's gesture for victory and whole bunches of flowers were distributed free even before the asking.
was
Yet however unconstrained we may have felt during those times...however liberated we were urged to feel from the brackets that temporality and sexuality imposed...despite our most diligent attempts to abandon those inherited value systems, still, we found it a most awesome task.
Interestingly, the ethic was never clearly delineated but rather, tacitly conveyed through the power of the peer. Lordy, how we cultivated our gurus and how, almost simultaneously, they cultivated us. We were told to abandon all but "The here and now," apologize for donning a watch, consulting a calendar or (God forbid)...booking appointments.
But through it all, there was never a moment when we felt any external obligations...After all, it was against the ethic to feel regret (the past) or anticipate guilt (the future). The fullfillment of any pre-ordained plan or past experience, would have, after all, been impossibility. After all, we were living for the moment like WOW!
...
an
Ironically, ours was an impatience for those who failed to acknowledge the brilliant minds of our self-made mentors and the poetic wisdom of our prophets like Leary who admonished us to accept the notion "I am hipper than thou!"
Beatniks, those remnants from the coffee houses of the fifties, taught us to become less presumptuous by un-capitalizing our egos when referring to "I". What disdain we had for making waves, rocking boats and engaging in other aquatically oriented pursuits. And how oblivious we were to the inherent contradiction that lay so blatantly in a people that would condemn "anybody over 30" for pledging allegiance to any life style differing from our
own.
that the common sense made good sense, that the chicken crossed the road, not so much because, wow man, it was therebut because she wanted to know what the hell awaited her on the other side..that "telling it like it is" meant understanding that diplomacy and tact werent dirty words but very possibly, the magic lexical key needed to pass through the sacred door for the fittest who did indeed and in fact, survive.
Finally, all those truths which I had memorized and lived by and loved living for so long....all those lovely non-laws and unorders may not have been the antidote for that suburban stucco mentality that we'd thought they'd be.
-
I cannot help but maintain that it is precisely because of all Perhaps above all, I learned that the sixties laid on me...it is that deviating from the norm because the better part of my was the accepted behavior of wonder bread years were spent the time. Somewhere lost in the munching on such notions....that free and easy ethic which it has been so very difficult to dictated a total acceptance of identify myself with my the fatalism that the sixties held surrogate sibling mamaliths. Is it politically and the freedom from any wonder that I belatedly sexual roles genetics dictated, arrived at a consciousness that.. was ebbing towards the close of the seventies would have had the decade, a philosophy me assume long ago? Is it so standing in complete and odd that I view the demands as blatant opposition to all that was difficult, albeit challenging? decreed as the only ammunition And, finally, does it become we needed to confront the less more palatable to accept even enlightened few; a political the most reticent of dictum which necessitated involvements as an indication of damning the status quo at best an emerging affiliation? After and questioning it at the very all, its better latent than never. least.
The seventies demanded so many things of me that I resisted, resented, and yet now. strive to represent: the notion