Word: cleans
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...real characters of the alley. They cover the entire spectrum of stereotypes. There's the beer-bellied, loud-spoken bigot--"See that guy, he just got off. Happy as shit. Killed some fuckin' nigger the other day, runned him right over. Hadda go ta court today. We got 'im clean though; fuckin' judge lives right down the street from me. I spent Saturday afternoon over his house, lookin' at his car. Guy runned right over that nigger, but the judge lives down the street from me. Jeesus, he's happy..." And the bald-pated cigar-chomping businessman who looks like...
...technique, or at least part of it. Another documentary might catch the same two workers discussing a case. But whatever such a film's purpose might be, whether to expose them as muddling bureaucrats or as efficient social workers concerned about their clients, the footage would try to be clean of any hints that the observed were aware of the observers. Documentary, after all, attempts to show glimpses of the truth, to portray people as they...
...license plates covered with paper or daubed with mud-suggesting that these units were covertly aiding the Christians. As the fighting increased between a reported 3,000-man Moslem force and 2,000 Zghartawis, buildings burned out of control because firemen could not reach them, and stores were plucked clean by looters...
...FORRESTER (NBC, Tuesday, 10 p.m. E.D.T.) is a Police Story spinoff, starring shrewd but compassionate Lloyd Bridges as a detective walking a beat in uniform, trying to clean up his old neighborhood. He appears to like everyone he meets, never steals apples from the fruit stand and is respected by the locals. Even when he is responsible for the death of both sons of a woman he has known for decades, her admiration for him remains unsullied. He is, in short, the peace officer who passeth all understanding. So does his show...
Jerzy Kosinski has never been in the mainstream of this particular movement, and he manages to keep writing, evidently comfortable with his very characteristic narrative style. Born in Poland in 1933, Kosinski writes a clean, workmanlike English: fluid enough, if not exactly mellifluous, but always steely and gray. Beckett, who also chose to write in a language not his own, did so, in an odd way, for the discipline; Kosinski has said that English, for him, is a language of bare bones, lacking the richness of a lifetime of connotations. At the end of The Devil Tree, Kosinski's last...