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...Even in bedrock New England, Eleanor Clark's home territory (Baldur's Gate; Eyes, Etc.), the center no longer holds. In her latest novel, hippies, religious freaks and motorcycle gangs have invaded the hills; developers have subdivided the landscape and dispersed the natives. Everyone is adrift, "looking for something-truth, identity, ripoffs, drug deals, lost dogs, new mates, carpentry jobs, socio-political this and that...
...have a public network like the BBC. But that, he now believes, should have been done more than 50 years ago, at the time broadcasting began. Public TV in Amer ica is now too diverse for planners to consider a centralized network. "You have to build out of the bedrock of existing structures," insists McGill, who is also president of Columbia University...
...sense Carter seems at last to have experienced "his Bay of Pigs," the kind of crisis that historians tell us bares the true stuff of Presidents, forcing them to search out the bedrock of their own convictions, to urge the nation toward the same conclusions, to make decisions that totally involve the presidential mind and heart; decisions that, if waffled later, could produce national trauma and personal political eclipse...
When dealing with bedrock matters of story and character, Paradise Alley is an utter mess. Stallone's two co-stars are blanks on the screen; their personal metamorphoses are too sketchily written and acted to have any impact. The men's love interests (Anne Archer, Joyce Ingalls, Aimee Eccles) are all crassly conceived stereotypes; there is even a hooker with a heart of gold. Whatever credibility exists in the screenplay is soon destroyed by Stallone's direction. Paradise Alley is a cinematic minefield of bizarre transitions, cryptic anecdotes, continuity lapses and mushy dissolves. Despite Laszlo Kovacs...
Progressive he may be, but Willie remains true to the bedrock traditions of folk, blues, jazz and country. His unusually sophisticated phrasing-now lagging behind the beat, now scooting ahead of it. twisting and rolling the melody like a champion lariat twirler-owes something to Frank Sinatra, one of his favorite singers. But his high, slightly nasal baritone retains an austere lyricism that goes back to Appalachian hills and hollows and beyond. Where much of commercial country music has only a catch in its throat, Willie's has a touch of iron in its soul...