Word: bulled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last week, as senior matador, Velazquez led the parade of bullfighters into the arena for a program of fights at the San Marcos fiesta in Aguascalientes. From the start of his first fight he showed cool mastery, although his bull was a big, sly, unpredictable animal. But suddenly, as Velazquez was performing a high chest pass, the bull thrust his horns upwards, snagged Velazquez' left ear and tore it loose. Other matadors and handlers dashed into the ring, distracted the bull and dragged Velazquez away bleeding. But when doctors tried to patch the wound, Velazquez shook them...
...neat stitches they sewed it back, taped it to the side of Velazquez' head and gave him penicillin and anti-tetanus injections. Then, reluctantly, they watched him march back to the ring. With vengeance in his eye and blood bespattering his "suit of lights," he faced his second bull. Taking quick control, he played the bull with daring passes that brought the crowd to its feet chanting oles. Then, in a sudden hush, he killed the bull cleanly with a single thrust. As the bull dropped to its knees, the crowd shouted approval. Hurriedly consulting, the judges ruled that...
Torero! (Manuel Barbachano Ponce; Columbia). For every pound of bull fought, there has been a ton of bull thrown. The virtue of this picture, made in Mexico, is that it tells in plain words and simple pictures what a bullfight is like to the man who knows bullfights best: the bullfighter...
...point is made by describing a day in the life (and. with the help of flashbacks, a life in the day) of Luis Procuna, a 33-year-old Mexican matador who in the last 18 years has killed 1,324 bulls, and has survived innumerable gorings. On the day of the corrida, the matador gets up early to wet a finger to the wind. "If the wind lifts your cape," he explains, "you've got the bull in your lap." Then he has breakfast: nothing heavier than consomme and an orange, so that the surgeon, if need...
...mile rolls by, the camera forebodes the future by reviewing the past: a cinemontage in which the bull again and again tears into the matador like a clumsy headwaiter working over a tossed salad. And with the climax prepared, the script provides some parting philosophy. In a bullfight, the bull is the least of the enemies the matador must face. Far more dangerous is the many-headed monster in the stands-most matadors are gored because the crowd is bored. But the mortal, final enemy of every bullfighter is his own fear, confronting him in the absolute form...