She continued to frown as she filled Bony's cup and added brandy to her own.

Hyperbole soars too high, or creeps too low, Exceeds the truth, things wonderful to shew.]

Both products of Hollywood’s youth boom of the late ’60s, “Woodstock” and “Zabriskie Point” begin in the same cultural moment and head off in completely different directions: “Woodstock” toward a mythification of the recent past, “Zabriskie” toward a nameless dread of the near future.

Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.