Word: awe
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...presence is Stacy Keach, who plays four members of the Rowen family, from a ruthless homesteader before the Revolution to an alcoholic official of a withered union in the Nixon era. The first Rowen is the overarching presence, a character of macho force, demonic glee and utmost energy -- so awe-inspiring that his battered son says the only way he could be killed is if a mountain fell on him. The last Rowen is undone by doubt, destroyed by the conscience his forebear so happily lacked. In between Keach plays a sharecropper who plots vengeance on his landlord for more...
...Bruhl (Brad Rouse), a soon-to-be has-been playwright who, we are led to believe, would kill for the chance to resuscitate his fading career. When former student Clifford Anderson (Ross Benjamin) sends him a copy of his just finished, extremely promising play entitled Deathtrap, Bruhl invites the awe-inspired youth to bring all the existing drafts to his home for some one-on-one mentoring. Hardly altruistic, Bruhl is creating a deathtrap of his own. As soon as the boy arrives it is clear to the audience, and Sydney's wife Myra, that the desperate writer...
...Nightmare" will leave children in awe and the childish among us fairly impressed. It lacks the fully adult sensibilities of a good Simpsons episode but is light-years away from the earnest treacle of "The Night Before Christmas." You know, the one with the big-eyed mice...
...zero-based budgeting plan, and the Grace Commission, which reported to Ronald Reagan. Some of these efforts did produce worthwhile reforms. But all were frustrated by the realities of the Washington power game. The savvy and iron-bottomed persistence of bureaucrats in protecting their turf is nothing short of awe inspiring. So is the jealousy with which Congress guards its power to spell out for government agencies, in the most niggling detail, what they...
...like Seymour Hersh's expose of My Lai and Norman Mailer's "The Prisoner of Sex." But it also ran too many indulgently edited articles that dribbled on until reeled the mind. The author has chosen to look back on the '60s with a naif's sense of primitive awe, with the result that those laundry lists of the Big Feet he chatted up have all the reflective force of a Liz Smith column. In one bizarre passage, Morris fantasizes about showing Elvis Presley, whom he never met but imagined as a soul brother, around New York City -- brunch...