Word: dog
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...least, to launch the presidential sweepstakes; to invent a game if there is no game in town. Welcome, fans, to Florida's theater of the absurd, where on Oct. 13 an unannounced candidate for re-election (Jimmy Carter) is pitted against an unannounced challenger (Edward Kennedy) in a dog-and-pony show without substance beyond what is made of-or made up about-it. A mere 1% of the state's 2.8 million registered Democrats are expected to turn out to vote in 67 county caucuses for slates of people who will have absolutely nothing to say about...
...dwarfish cripple of exalted birth, absinthe-sodden and dead at 37, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec was perhaps the most spectacular peintre maudit of the late 19th century: a doomed dog of modernism, fit for Hollywood. No reputation can quite survive a movie like Moulin Rouge, and ever since its release in 1953 the popular image of Toulouse-Lautrec has been shaped by the sight of Jose Ferrer, legs bound, peering with lugubriously feigned interest up at the boiler-plated buttocks of Zsa Zsa Gabor. Thus Toulouse-Lautrec became one of the few artists most everyone has heard of, a guarantee...
...They were, after all, huggin' cousins. Parton's home town of Sevierville, Tenn, (pronounced Sev-yer-vul), was "as large and cosmopolitan as Plains, Ga." Country music, Carter told an urbane black-tie audience, "records the bad times and sad times, wasted lives, dashed dreams, the dirty dog that took advantage of you. But it also celebrates the good and enduring things in life: home and family, faith and trust, love that lasts for a lifetime, and sometimes love that just lasts one good time." And all that jazz...
...dog-slaying began at 14:37 in the first half, when Harvard's freshman standout, Kelly Gately, drove a Vera Fajtova pass between the B.U. goalie and the right goalpost for a score...
...Ninety years ago, I was a freak. Today I'm an amateur," Stevenson says, treating Wells to a typical TV smorgasbord of news reports, war movies, and sadistic cartoons. Early on, Meyer sets up two conflicting theories of man's capacity for progress--Stevenson's conviction that man's dog-eat-dog nature will never change, versus Wells' optimistic faith--but the movie never really resolves the debate. "I'm home," declares the Ripper, and Time After Time adapts his fascination with depravity often, leisurely surveying San Francisco's Tenderloin District, or turning an average disco into an inferno...