Word: blinking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Dern is different-so macho that the only things in his face that move are his eyes, navy blue and sparkling, and even they do not blink. His icy authority has lifted his more than 100 character portraits in TV shows and some 30 mostly mediocre movies from the mundane to the fascinating. Whether Dern played a mad doctor in Two-Headed Transplant, a hillbilly husband in They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, a bi-sexual boy friend in Bloody Mama, he projected an anomie that was almost aggressive. Onscreen, he draws attention to himself in a curiously negative...
...huge airbase at Bien Hoa, and SA-2 and SA-7 missiles were trained on Tan Son Nhut airport. A single regiment could easily cut off Saigon's sole escape route to the sea by severing Route 15, leading to the port of Vung Tau. "Every time we blink, the map changes," said one military analyst...
...prospector who stumbled out of the mountains that ring the Arizona desert might be forgiven for trying to blink away a mirage. Below, on the hot sands near Tucson, shimmers probably the largest collection of aircraft ever assembled in one place in the history of the world. Some of the 6,000 vehicles are arrayed in neat rows that seem to curve off to the horizon; others swarm and cluster like a plague of monstrous locusts. Spread over 2,500 acres is an air armada that seems big enough to start World War III or, judging by the vintage...
That's all. The book is short like a summer; blink twice and it's gone. Thanks to the publisher for bringing it back. Now, let's have J.B. Pick's The Last Valley again. And John Graves' Goodbye to a River and Journey Into Fear. Charles Morgan's Sparkenbroke. Even Look Homeward, Angel. Riches untold, retold. Terrible risks. ∙John Skow
...shuck their principles by showing a bald-faced universal drawing card like Love Storyor The Graduate. Everything is Order--the cop on the watch, the way people file in to A,B,C and D. You might marvel at what Mailer would have called the "nursery school" architecture, and blink in awe at the number of faceless forms hunched over desks in the Science Library on Friday night, but everything is extraterrestially humming, scientific, in control. Especially it you're like me and never go in the Science complex except for an exam, there's nothing you can do about...