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Clever fellow, our fricasseed Freddy. Now he stalks the dreams of his posse's teenage children. A vision of loathsomeness with his moldy black felt hat, scalded face, red-and-green-striped sweater and right-hand glove with steel "finger-knives," he lures each sleeping adolescent to a convenient boiler room (every building in town has one) or into their grungiest fears. And if they don't wake up in time, he executes them. Kind of harrowing, the number of Elm Street kids who die in their sleep. As one boy says, "It's not exactly a safe place...
...Gerard)) Indelicato in Massachusetts was indicted. So please tell me what the difference is, Governor. One was a high-ranking state education official, indicted, convicted, and on his way to prison. And here is a man standing there with all the chutzpah in the world, pointing the finger at somebody else. And I might say, to get one last political shot in here, the analogy of a fish rotting from the head down was very offensive to a lot of people in this country. And you're looking at one of them...
...takes energized control of the subject (his script is based on Michael Stewart's novel) and gets a tough-minded turn from Beghe, his soap opera-handsome young star. Beghe must show all Allan's suicidal anxieties, homicidal anger and heroic resourcefulness while strapped in a wheelchair. His finger can hardly move, but his performance does, splendidly...
...father gives Katie a back rub before she goes to sleep. This is no ordinary back rub. It is an imaginary exploration of people, places and things. As he draws with his fingers on her back, she guesses what the image is. He begins with rubs and pats, flips and blips. These are names Katie and Bruce invented. Then it is on to frizzlies and scritches, bumpillies and square-illies, name-illies and picture-illies, initiallies and real, which is the real back rub. When Bruce does a picture-illie, for example, his finger draws an object on her back...
Kumin moves with greyhound grace through the quiet kitchen. Despite a lifetime of working with high-calorie fare, he remains admirably thin. One reason: he rarely stops for lunch. In Kumin's world of mixtures, textures and boiling points, hands are sensitive instruments. With the touch of a finger, he can tell the temperature of chocolate to within 2 degrees. Although his English is pretty good, Kumin might not understand the concept of the temperamental chef. He is usually as sweet as milk chocolate, yet no pushover like the Pillsbury doughboy. He stops on his rounds to correct a technique...