Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cover the slowly emerging Carter Administration, "there is the excitement of witnessing the first entries on a clean new page of history," says Washington Correspondent Bonnie Angelo. But there is also a good deal of waiting. Before the election the Carter beat was a fairly freewheeling affair, reports Stanley Cloud, who has followed the Georgian for more than a year. "Suddenly," says Correspondent Cloud, who will be assigned to the White House on Jan. 20, "the man the press saw and talked with day after day is virtually no longer visible, let alone accessible." Reporters trying to get a lead...
...seem trivial and absurd. After encountering a study like "Resource Allocation Models for the Arkansas State Police," one is hardly tempted to wade through the remaining hundreds of thousands of pages on the shelves. Neither does the prospect of learning the arcane contents of "An Annotated Bibliography of Dynamic Cloud Modeling" set the pulse racing. Yet there are many striking and subtly disconcerting papers tacked away in the stacks. For example, how did Rand researchers get the extensive bibliographical data they included in a profile done in the late '60s of an elite six-man Vietcong guerilla unit fighting...
Unconquerable Force. Promising as all this may sound, it becomes apparent after the first few moments that the movie is going to remain stubbornly earthbound. The effects are scanty, the drama gloomy, the philosophy of the film thick as a cloud of ozone. The plot is not all that original either. All through the seemingly ceaseless running time - nearly 2½ hours, and considerably trimmed from the Russian version - one is put longingly in mind of Forbidden Planet. A lightheaded piece of American scifi, Forbidden Planet (1956) was a genial reworking of The Tempest in which some American astronauts were...
...more sentence and I knew I was finished. I had to create a diversion to facilitate my escape from the Honeymoon Hotel. I was desperate. Thousands of question marks, tiny little things, filled out into a cloud over my head. The cloud grew darker and darker until it produced a rumble and then a flash. I had it! A clever ruse to get her out of the room while I practiced my six-story leap into a waiting convertible. In a few short hours I'd be home, where my only thoughts of sex came when my mother boiled zucchini...
...movie's superego, inform Faye Dunaway, the ratings-mad exec who is its id, that the trouble with TV is that it reduces everything to banality. That may well be true. But at every turn Chayefsky's plot invests television with a sinister power to cloud men's minds, not through stupefying reductionism but by heated exaggeration. In short, his fable does not fit the facts observable nightly in the living room...