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Solzhenitsyn's doom-struck message created a stir. The Christian Science Monitor called the program a "time bomb" while the Wall Street Journal rated it "one of the most important pieces of TV journalism ever, and spellbinding besides." Still, most sober observers of world affairs are not likely to fall under his spell. Example: Sovietologist Richard Lowenthal has sorrowfully expressed his amazement at Solzhenitsyn's "utter disaccord with the facts of recent international history." Lowenthal points out that not all defeats for the West, as for instance in Indochina, are caused by surrender to the Soviet Union...
...always, the acting is superlative. Gazzara's Cosmo catches all the paradoxes and puzzles of the character, the wired ambition and the rapture over doom. Cassavetes' hoodlums, notably Seymour Cassel, are all unfailingly polite. The one exception is Timothy Carey as a fang-toothed, philosophical hood who eats dinner wearing white gloves and likes to quote the great thinkers. Cassel is curious about why Carey declines to fulfill his assignment and kill Gazzara. Carey curls his lips over his gums, lets a little foam drip, and says, "Like Karl Marx said: opium is the religion of the people...
...system. Rosovsky rejected this notion ("I hope you don't have an army view of the way things work") and insists that, although he is chairman of the coordinating panel, each of its members has an equal voice. And to act by fiat, Rosovsky adds, would only be to doom his efforts to failure: "This faculty is self-governing in educational matters, unless you can convince them a proposal makes sense...
...there it all hangs out. Hunter Thompson, the man of doom, the cutting edge of the out culture of the 1960's, is an optimist on the survival of humanity...
...skeeter entrepreneurs erect oil wells and canning factories to the gruntlement (that's the opposite of disgruntlement) of skeeters everywhere. But the human wakes up, and the gibbering insects flee to the sanctuary of a church, where the Great Fickle Finger of the Lord juts down and promises impending doom to the prostrate bugs. But one audacious mosquito looks up, casts a few furtive glances around like Patty Hearst in a bank, and latches on to the Finger for one last free lunch...