Word: beckoned
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...clatter onward, dragging the sardined hordes of humanity away, in towards Manhattan. Down below, on the street--a saloon-infested, neon-gaudy strip called Roosevelt Ave., deep in the heart of Elmwood, Queens--the people muddle on, oblivious to the noise and to everything else. On the side streets beckon the bars, little Irish holes-in-the-wall where the Hugheses and McAfees gather to put away their beers and spill their guts, and flashy dives where the Puerto Ricans and Blacks, so new to the neighborhood, huddle in self-protection. This may be Queens, but it is really...
...Vietvets as salesmen, Byers in the past four years has sold more houses than any other real estate agent in the county. A bachelor, he inhabits some fancy real estate of his own in Newport Beach and several days a month jets off to wherever sun or snow may beckon. Byers' secret has been to specialize in selling fellow veterans relatively inexpensive homes with VA-guaranteed loans. Says he: "We sell an average of 100 houses a month in the $60,000-and-below market. We make money on volume, not high-priced individual units. We're kind...
...were tomatoes to plant (seeds for vegetable gardens were headed for record sales coast to coast), morel mushrooms to find, robins to welcome, the Masters golf tournament to watch. Yes, and income taxes to be paid. But after the great and onerous winter of '77, the beaches would beckon, and life would be pleasant again. Such were the vernal promises, and Americans' individual hopes, as the year's most fickle season vented its varied whims...
...joined by a prissy, middle-aged art connoisseur and dealer, Richard Landau (Michael Lipton), who has come in for an "exploratory." This is about as comforting to Landau as seeing Charon beckon for the ferry ride across the Styx. What Parmigian tries to do is to summon up in him the image of man's courage in extremity. This image is buried in Landau's boyhood memories when he saw an old Jew (Paul Sparer) rounded up by the Nazis...
Hoodwinkery... swindle... prestidigitation. The themes of Orson Welles's ninety minute film essay. F for Fake, beckon from the press releases like metaphors of easy virtue. They beg to be used--as catch-words and commentary, not only on art forgery (the movie's main topic), but on movies themselves, on Welles as a director, on the art world in general, and on life. A real come on. It's enough to give any reviewer sweaty palms and a self-conscious stutter...