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...Dickey ducked into George W. Bush's office and found his boss in a rare pensive mood. It was the spring of 1986 in the West Texas town of Midland, and Dickey, a young geologist at Bush's oil-exploration company, Spectrum 7, had come looking for some optimism--usually a good bet from Bush. After all, Bush was that lean, kinetic, glass-half-full kind of guy who loved edgy verbal sparring and dumb nicknames (he called Dickey "Total Depth," a drilling term that matched his initials). But this time Bush was fresh out of optimism. With his cowboy...
...Arbusto, Bush developed the same management style he uses today, a flat structure with easy access to the boss who guides but doesn't sweat the details. "He hires good men, and lets 'em do their job," says McAninch. "He had a lot of oil-field savvy even though he didn't have a technical background." In its first five years, Arbusto drilled 95 wells, hitting oil or gas about 50% of the time, an average performance. "George used to say, 'Man, we need a company maker,'" recalls Dickey, who discovered some vast oil fields in later years, working...
...hindsight, Serbia's calculating boss had probably already made up his mind to take the next offer. By 9:30 p.m. he summoned his rubber-stamp parliament to a special session Thursday morning to provide some political cover for his capitulation. Lawmakers approved the deal overwhelmingly the next...
Lourie's Stalin enjoys the occasional note of totalitarian whimsy, as when, late one night, he rides back to the Kremlin from Lubyanka in his limousine, accompanied by "Boss Two," the near identical double who stood in for him at risky public appearances. Stalin has the limo stop alongside a drunk, rolls down the window and lets the drunk see...twin Stalins! "Drink a little less," Uncle Joe advises, and the limo roars off. This Stalin takes in the world with a savage candor. At a meeting with his hatchetman Lavrenty Beria, "I caught a whiff of that hideous cologne...
Here is a standard time-travel movie, tarted up with a lot of virtual-reality twaddle. Shuttling back and forth between the present and a distinctly low-rent version of Los Angeles in 1937, a techno-nerd (Craig Bierko) must consider the possibility that he murdered his mentor-boss (Armin Mueller-Stahl) and doesn't remember doing so. While he creates an agreeably menacing atmosphere, Rusnak never makes us care particularly about anyone. One finds oneself praying for a wowing special-effects sequence. Or anything else that would jolt this movie out of its inconsequence...