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...waved to the gathered crowd, squinting a little even though the day was dull, maybe to see better because he's nearsighted and didn't always wear his contact lenses. Then came the gunshots. So quick, not loud at all. The President was shoved into his limousine. A young blond man with wide, unblinking eyes was wrestled to the ground, the gun still in his hand. Press secretary James Brady lay in a pool of blood, his skull shattered. Secret Service agent Timothy McCarthy, who had jumped into the path of the bullets, lay sprawled on the cement, blood pouring...
...President almost died from a wound no one knew he had in all that chaos. It was 19 years ago. The President was my father. The young blond man was John Hinckley, who believed that if he shot the President, he and Jodie Foster would be forever united in heaven. Months later, a jury found Hinckley not guilty by reason of insanity, and he has spent the past 18 years locked inside St. Elizabeths Hospital in Washington. The Secret Service has never stopped monitoring him. They show up whenever they want to observe...
...running time and short on visual elegance. But it has a warming reticence, a fond awareness of its characters' frailties. Elfman is a natural; she radiates. And Norton is excellent at playing that rarity, a man with a heart both cunning and innocent. He even dyed his hair blond because "I wanted Brian to have a halo--a sun-kissed, God-touched kind of thing." As we said: blessed...
...listen what happened to me today. I'm walking back from Videosmith and this passing blond, J. Crew boy keeps staring at me. When we cross paths, he taps me on the shoulder and goes, "Hey." So I stop and he looks me up and down for at least 10 seconds. I thought maybe he knew my brother or needed directions. So you can imagine my surprise when he blurts out, "Do you believe in God? I'm a member of this great church down the street. Do you read the Bible? I'd love for you to-" I fended...
Dating back to the birth of cinema, this employment of the Hollywood vixen has been selling movie tickets for decades and no better is this exemplified than with the vivacious, loquacious and sagacious blond bombshell, Ms. Mae West. Long before the most modern set of Hollywood vamps emerged, there was West, who's hip, swinging swagger, sultry double talk and eyelash batting was enough to send Postmaster General Hayes into a censorship tizzy...