Word: badly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...adapted by author Robert Stone from his award-winning novel--a horrifying movie that graphically portrays Stone's peculiar vision of America in the early '70s. Alexandr Solzhenyitsen aside, it is a curiously amoral world, careening along on its own hellish trip, where the good guys and the bad guys become indistinguishable. Where the last vision of sanity is of ubermensch Ray Hicks (stunningly portrayed by Nick Nolte) slamming a clip into his M-16 and proclaiming that "All my life I've taken shit from inferior people...
...monsters, trees, spaceships, etc.--all seem like the products of a pervert with a chemistry set in someone's bathroom. None of it really very funny, and the Orson Welles print cuts out a good 15 to 30 minutes worth. The experience is like an offcolor morning of bad Saturday cartoons...
Some of Schulman's music is so bad that one must conclude it is intentionally tacky. "Dig Right In" appears to be a take-off of those insipid chorus bits favored by the likes of Carol Burnett. But this attempt at satire fails because many of Schulman's other numbers are as insipid as those chorus bits he tries to satirize. Unless he has a specific objective--for example, to parody a '50s song as he does in "Mummy Knows Best"--his tunes slide into something reminiscent of a Burt Bacharach medley. The satire in the book, like the satire...
...their version of mead and worshipping the race of gods from whom they sprung, the Tuatha de Danaan. Truth be told, they didn't exactly worship the gods--it was more of an ongoing working relationship. There is lots of evidence the Celts didn't think in terms of "bad," and had no concept of heaven or hell. Anti-social behavior was not bad, merely an absence of good; loyalty to the tribe was the supreme rule. In St. Patricks time, you didn't travel across the borders of the kingdoms unless you had been invited or were a famous...
Southies has had its share of bad times, especially recently, and it would be a lie to call the neighborhood thriving. By the high school you can still see the word "press" painted on the concrete in white paint, marking off the boundaries behind which cameramen and reporters strained to watch the buses roll in and out. The streets aren't spotless, the houses aren't beautiful, and many buildings are boarded up. But for a week every March, when things would normally be at their grayest and grittiest, Southie changes her clothes. And with the green of the leprechauns...