Word: bloodedly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Each day more than 60 women pass through the clinic. Almost half are under 22, all but a third are single, more than a third are Catholics who come despite their church's adamant opposition to abortion. They wait, go for blood and urine tests, and wait some more. For most, the visit takes four to five hours, the abortion itself only two to three minutes. It costs about...
...this time, we had been on the road more than 20 hours, had gone through several Cokes apiece and had started on a bottle of No-Doz. But in spite of the caffeine in our blood, we started to lose touch. As I passed a tractor-trailer near Jacksonville my eyelids forced their way shut, and I dreamed that a giant copy of a history course syllabus was sailing down the road behind me, trailing our Pontiac. I awoke some three inches from a guard rail. Namo drove for a while after that, but he, too, insisted on taking split...
...Fury. This should have been Brian DePalma's goony epic, a lavish, blood-soaked tale of telekinesis (remember "Carrie"?) and international spies. But John Farris' screenplay turns the sumptuous ingredients into--well, nothing; and although certain scenes leave shivery impressions with their nightmarish silliness, DePalma has paced the film slackly, with none of the mounting horror of his previous efforts. Kirk Douglas, Amy Irving, John Cassavettes, and especially Carrie Snodgrass are wonderful. But don't take a liking to any characters--eventually you will see them lovingly mauled before your eyes. John Williams has provided another goffily bloated score...
...Karl Wallenda did a handstand on Weitzman's shoulders. So Karl Wallenda became a high-wire stunt man. Probably it was in his blood all along. His father was a catcher in a wandering troupe of aerialists; his mother performed with the troupe too. But when Wallenda first began performing his own high-wire act, he soon showed the daring that was to make him the greatest of his strange breed. He not only walked the wire but rode a bicycle on it- with his brother Herman on his shoulders. He invented an act that had never before been...
Fuse these qualities at their apex and you get an O'Casey. Even a lesser Irish dramatist like Hugh Leonard can be uncommonly rewarding. Da, now at Manhattan's Hudson. Guild Theater, means dad. The play is a fencing match with the ghosts of the past. The blood drawn is palpably human, the wit, parried and thrust, strikes sparks of continuous and sometimes quite unexpected humor. Says the father in Da of his late wife: "She died an Irishwoman's death-drinking tea." The laughs crop up like that, not as explosions but implosions, deeply rooted...