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...apartments built to serve as the Olympic Village strap on their skates and wobble up and down the hard-packed snow on the sidewalks and streets. There are fantasies here just as surely as in Philadelphia. They say with pride, "In school, the other kids call us 'Olympians.' " A cab driver buzzes about town with his new CB radio turned up to catch a dispatcher's grating squawk through the static. "We got this radio system new since the Olympics," he boasts. "Now tourists can call for a taxi, and we come just like in other cities." At the skating...
Telling his wife that he was dashing off to Paris on an official mission, he kissed her goodbye on a January morning in 1984, then caught a cab to Oslo's Fornebu Airport. Once there, however, Arne Treholt, 42, the up-and-coming head of the Norwegian Foreign Ministry's press office, checked in for a flight to Vienna. His alleged plan: to meet with Gennadi Titov, a Soviet KGB agent, and hand him Foreign Ministry secrets...
...source of this blubbery oaf's X-rated capital is the London advertising business. But Self, first encountered drunk and disorderly in a New York City cab, is branching out into American moviemaking. This is a realm of invisible money, transparent friendship and deals as insubstantial as holograms. In Manhattan and Los Angeles, he is called Slick by people with names like Nub Forkner, Herrick Shnexnayder and Fielding Goodney, who communicates in the language of Upper Vulgaria: "Date-raped, Slick. Out on a date, you know? Remember. In fact it's an interesting distinction. With a regular rape, lust plays...
...switch trouble, all Long Island trains will be delayed.' The only thing to do is fight through the crowd to your friends in the usual waiting spot. If it doesn't clear up in a while, you go to a hotel, or the movies, or everybody hires a cab...
...make it moving. Here is a story ripped from today's headlines--BAD TIMES FOR THE SMALL FARMER--filmed in a style of roseate elegy. Everything is romanticized, from Mom biting into the season's first ear of corn to Junior eating Oreos on the cab of the family flatbed truck as God's sun sets behind him. Gibson's baby-faced doggedness and Spacek's ingratiating freckles suit them more for roles as college quarterback and star cheerleader than for hardscrabblers against calamity. But the Hallmark glow is appropriate, for this River is no Depression documentary...