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...when he was a 24-year-old rookie, a man holed himself up in a house and threatened to kill his wife. Reichert went in through a window alone and got the woman out, but was surprised by the man, who slit Reichert's throat open with a butcher's knife. Reichert got 45 stitches. The scar, shaped like a long pink sickle, slices down the right side of his neck...
...Italian media have dubbed him the butcher of Genoa. Friedrich Engel, now a frail 93, is accused of ordering the execution of 59 Italian inmates from a Genoa prison in May 1944 in retaliation for a bomb blast at a cinema that killed five German marines. Engel, who was a member of the Nazis' élite Waffen SS security service, admits he took part in the executions. "Yes I was involved, but I don't feel entirely guilty," he told German television last year. "They were all partisans, terrorists who participated in earlier actions against Germans." Now Engel is being...
...Jack the butcher (Michael Caine) is dead. His three pals and his adopted son (beautifully played by Tom Courtenay, David Hemmings, Bob Hoskins and Ray Winstone) bibulously set forth to scatter his ashes in the sea. As they drive, flashbacks inform us of a life richer in complexity, coincidence and moral confusion than we might expect from a humble shopkeeper. Schepisi also wrote this patient adaptation of Graham Swift's Booker prizewinning novel, in which wry humor and even a certain sexiness break through the reserve of a rueful, realistic, but finally emotionally rewarding film. --By Richard Schickel
...streets” of Brooklyn as a youth. He walked them on his way back from school—where a speech impediment made him a laughingstock—to his home, where his mother fired a weapon at his father on one occasion and chased him with a butcher knife on another. He cried as he watched two sisters die of AIDS. He got into a number of legal scrapes early in his career as a late-night sidekick of Charles Barkley during their days as Philadelphia 76ers...
When I started at Harvard last fall, the harassment diminished but my flamboyance and inappropriate comments did not. Throughout freshman week, I filled awkward pauses in conversation by admiring the boys in Annenberg: “Is this the butcher shop? I am seeing way too much hot meat!” People laughed, but I began to question whether my flamboyance was a legitimate part of my identity or a socially constructed defense mechanism...