Word: dooming
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Despite their troubles, many farm bankers remain optimistic. Says Edward Ellanson, vice president of Farmers State Bank of Trimont, Minn. (pop. 800): "It's gloom and doom, and we're all feeling the pressures. But we have good strong capital. Hopefully, we'll survive this mess...
...LiberAls Suck" on a bench in staunchly Democratic Braintree, Massachusetts? What could it mean? Was it a Gary Hart-esque rail against the gloom-and-doom, tax-and-spend-failed policies of the Carter-Mondale administration? Was it a purely descriptive rather than expository comment, based on the dismal Electoral College performance of the Democrats? Or was Danny 84 actually a member of the party's agitprop crew, out publishing an argument so hopelessly nebulous and unremittingly vulgar that it would actually work to undermine the cause of conservatism in the Bay State...
...frazzled Mata Hari in The Little Drummer Girl. Keaton and Australian Director Gillian Armstrong (My Brilliant Career) might seem to make a good protofeminist match, but the results are dour and disappointing. The film's strongest suit--Russell Boyd's sepulchrally seductive cinematography--ironicall y seals its doom. Mrs. Soffel (rhymes with woeful) is Bonnie and Clyde with the emotional lights turned down, Tristan und Isolde without the saving soaring music...
...nation goes imperfectly on. Teen-agers commit suicide, for reasons that baffle. The homeless sleep in our doorways or on warm-air grates. The monster deficit, which some say is the equivalent of nuclear doom, presides over the vestibule. America has been on a spending binge for years, and the arithmetic is ominous...
...gents sit around talking about music, women, and the demonstrable unfairness of life. Alas, Ma Rainey natters toward its climax like Ibsen gone funky, but it illuminates the talents of worldly-wise actors; one, Charles S. Dutton, spumes anger as the odd man out, striding, not shuffling, to his doom. A one-woman show? Catch Whoopi Goldberg, six monologues written and performed by a rag-doll actress with a bonkers stage name. Some of the skits are predictably poignant, and two just peter out. But the evening serves as an embossed calling card for stardom, presented by a scarifyingly gifted...