Word: boys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...struggling under the side of the desk in the center of the stair, uttering his own brand of condescension: "apebreath, banana boy, wop, grease ball, pizzabrain, vegetable-peddler;" he was pulling all the plugs on a last ditch performance to maintain grace. And I was unable to respond, my own vicious and maligned thoughts were tripping over each other, filling my mouth with cotton candy, my head with the stuff of insanity...
...Ohio boy who was All-America at Kent State, Munson was part of the Yankees' long and impressive catching tradition-Bill Dickey, Yogi Berra and Elston Howard. Munson became a major leaguer after only 99 games in the minors. He justified the Yankees' gamble by hitting .302 and winning Rookie of the Year honors in 1970. His best seasons were 1975 (.318 with 102 runs batted in), 1976 (.302 and 105 RBIS) and 1977 (.308 and 100 RBls). He was named to the All-Star team seven times, batted over .300 in World Series and playoff competition...
Where McNichol's Buddy role forces her toward cuteness, Lane is allowed to play a real kid. She is Lauren, an American child living in Paris, who falls in love with Daniel (Thelonious Bernard), a French boy just her age. Parents get in the way, but the children find an ally in an elderly French windbag (played foxily by Laurence Olivier) who says that he is a retired diplomat, but who turns out to be an unretired pickpocket...
...Deep, most people dismissed Nick Nolte as a dumb blonde pretty-boy, a poor man's Robert Redford. But Nolte's not as dumb as he looks, and that's his fortune--always managing to act one notch more sensitive and intelligent than you think he's capable of. That's not much, and he gets away with a lot, until his "big" scene at the end of the movie, when he emotes and rocks and gesticulates like a marionette and babbles in an elaborately whiny voice. Mostly, though, he's pretty good--funny, spirited, with a tongue-in-cheek...
NORTH DALLAS FORTY is one of the best non-documentary sports movies ever made, but professional sports--especially football--are not particularly intriguing subjects for existential speculation. The movie is more successful before it gets pretentious; in the early scenes it out-good-ole-boys the best good-ole-boy movies, with a refreshing Texas lunacy to wipe away memories of The Deer Hunter's plodding steelworkers. But it's all that physical agony that makes the film so dificult to watch for sensitive viewers; as the movie's particulars fade away, all you may remember...