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	<title>Comments on: A Fence of Real Chain Link</title>
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		<title>By: Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme)</title>
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		<dc:creator>Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:37:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For me the touching part of the Ellen Greene performance was having these pink-and-plastic dreams in a skid row flat so dreary it could be filmed in black-and-white, with an arm broken by her violent boyfriend. The images of domestic bliss were so over-the-top, so hopelessly perfect, as dreams of escape usually are. And the &lt;em&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/em&gt; clip is one where Lucy gets messy with the chocolate: all muss and fuss is kept carefully sequestered to the black-and-white life of the television where it can&#039;t hurt anyone. She even has a community of friends, the ladies for whom she can play hostess at the Tupperware party, when in real life she has no one. It&#039;s those kinds of contrasts that get me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For me the touching part of the Ellen Greene performance was having these pink-and-plastic dreams in a skid row flat so dreary it could be filmed in black-and-white, with an arm broken by her violent boyfriend. The images of domestic bliss were so over-the-top, so hopelessly perfect, as dreams of escape usually are. And the <em>I Love Lucy</em> clip is one where Lucy gets messy with the chocolate: all muss and fuss is kept carefully sequestered to the black-and-white life of the television where it can&#8217;t hurt anyone. She even has a community of friends, the ladies for whom she can play hostess at the Tupperware party, when in real life she has no one. It&#8217;s those kinds of contrasts that get me.</p>
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		<title>By: indigo bunting</title>
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		<dc:creator>indigo bunting</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:12:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>First, yes, you are very clever!

I&#039;ve actually seen this show a couple of times in the last few years, as I had a friend who appeared in it in Middlebury and another who was in it in Dorset. (I did see the 1986 film years ago but barely remember it.) And both times I found &quot;Somewhere That&#039;s Green&quot; heartbreaking, as you say. Maybe I need the context of the whole thing to feel that, because I&#039;m just not getting that from the Ellen Greene clip. (Or perhaps I&#039;ve hardened over the years...)</description>
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<p>I&#8217;ve actually seen this show a couple of times in the last few years, as I had a friend who appeared in it in Middlebury and another who was in it in Dorset. (I did see the 1986 film years ago but barely remember it.) And both times I found &#8220;Somewhere That&#8217;s Green&#8221; heartbreaking, as you say. Maybe I need the context of the whole thing to feel that, because I&#8217;m just not getting that from the Ellen Greene clip. (Or perhaps I&#8217;ve hardened over the years&#8230;)</p>
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