Word: dragging
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Wild horses couldn't drag me back into stocks. Rather than gamble in this market, I might as well go to Las Vegas." So says Curtis Beusman, owner of a sports-medicine clinic in Mount Kisco, N.Y., and he is not talking theory. During the past several years, Beusman has dumped $300,000 worth of stock, more than 80% of his holdings. He is far from alone. Eleven months after last year's crash, most individual investors are avoiding stocks as if they were poison. Some Wall Street executives fear that many of these investors may be leaving the market...
Featuring such characters as "Don L'Anmarie" and "Fanny L. Hall," "Whiskey Business" is "a musical drag show based on the in's and out's of mob violence in the '20's," Corcillo said last night...
...always looked sensational on the track. In the 1984 Olympic trials she glistened in shimmering bodysuits, earning the nickname "Fluorescent Flo." In the Los Angeles Games, in which she won a silver medal in the 200 meters, she flaunted 6-in. fingernails, which didn't cause any apparent wind drag. At the world championships in Rome last year, she resembled an exotic alien in her hooded bodysuit. And at this year's Olympic trials in Indianapolis, she titillated fans with the "one-legger," which covers one limb in vivid color and leaves the other muscularly bare...
...begins hauling herself up and down Lane 1 again, this time using hand paddles to build arm strength, with a small inner tube around her ankles, immobilizing her legs and increasing drag. At 8:30 a.m. she will hoist herself out of the pool, wave to her mother Barbara, towel off and ride with Barbara back to their home in Placentia, half an hour away. (Her father Paul, a veterinarian, does the 5 a.m. run to the Fullerton pool.) Later, after an hour in the weight room, she will return to the pool and chug through more distance sets until...
Mostly, though, they run in circles, aimlessly looking for trouble, just like a modern urban gang. That is not, however, an apt analogy. The film is basically a drag, and not helped by Christopher Cain's stand-around direction. And one's thirst for the clear, cool taste of traditional narrative -- motivated movement, defined antagonists, building suspense -- soon reaches maddening levels. A grownup could die in this wasteland...