Word: blam
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Mississippi Burning opens, three civil rights workers ride through Jessup (Neshoba) County, avid to get out of town. Their station wagon is overtaken by some good ole boys in a pickup truck. Blam! Blam! Blam! Officially, the three are "missing." FBI agents Ward (Dafoe) and Anderson (Hackman) know otherwise. They might be from two different colleges -- say, Harvard and Hard Knocks. But they are both feds in a bad town, and they know what smells. The sheriff, for one. "You down here to help us solve our nigger problem?" he asks agreeably. No. They are there to wash some soiled...
Forget Pow ! and Blam ! Comic books have grown up and become serious graphic novels. -- I. F. Stone covers the trial of Socrates...
Flashback. From New Year's Day until Thanksgiving, not a single old- fashioned feel-good comedy was to be found among the ten top-grossing films released in 1987. Audiences seemed to take more pleasure in the spectacle of people and things that went blam! in the night: Fatal Attraction, The Untouchables, Lethal Weapon, Predator. Oh, there were cop comedies (Beverly Hills Cop II, the No. 1 hit, and Stakeout and Dragnet) and a devil comedy (The Witches of Eastwick) and an oddly amoral Michael J. Fox comedy (The Secret of My Success -- sort of Wall Street for the Smurf...
...right off when a novelist knows his way around the block. Take the first sentence of Larry McMurtry's moody, sensitive, ironic yet lightheartedly despairing new novel: "Duane was in the hot tub, shooting at his new doghouse with a .44 Magnum." The Jamesian restraint of the language -- not "Blam, blam, blam, wood chips glinted in the dusty air," but a dreamlike, almost passive kind of doghouse blasting -- foreshadows subtle stuff. The hero, we sense, is a country boy (the name Duane, and the implication that there is enough vacant acreage behind the doghouse so that stray bullets...
...three policemen step out front and level their pistols at the crowd. Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam. They empty their guns at the kids. Several people go down. But they are not lift; they're ducking. It takes about half a minute for the Weathermen to realize that those were blanks. But by then they are retreating. They have no guns...