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...Jewellers, an argument across the counter appears to be verging on a fistfight. Two men punch calculators furiously. A third appears to wrestle with the seller. Dangayach laughs and interprets: "He's saying 15 rupees a carat, the other one says 2, and the broker says, 'Yes, you take it for the pleasure.'" Finally, the deal is done at 5.25 rupees per carat. "I've seen a broker literally pick up Munnu and carry him across the room to close the transaction," says De Taillac...
There is not a single gun in this movie. In this country, we routinely watch movies where thirty or forty people are shot in the first act. We are so disconnected from gun violence. We can watch soldiers shot and blown up on CNN all day, but a fistfight between soccer fans is too violent. It’s crazy...
Until lately the county was known for little more than its coal mines and crooked roads. While it's true that leaders staged a fistfight in 1800 to determine where to place the county seat--the town of Tazewell (pop. 4,100) was the winner--residents like to point up their law-and-order quietness with the story of how they once put a cow in jail because they could not tolerate the clanging bell. Now the county's crime woes have made it a case study in how prescription-pill abuse has stressed a judicial system to the breaking...
Then, about five minutes into his answer to my question "Why did you become a Mormon?" Reid lets slip that he once got into a fistfight with his father-in-law-to-be, an observant Jew who opposed the marriage for religious reasons, and I realize how perfect both portraits are. Reid's story is Twainian, a western desert tall tale, and his background is as brutal and hardscrabble as Jackson's. "I guess it's no secret that both my parents drank heavily," he finally says. "I didn't learn my family values in Searchlight," he adds, referring...
...Then, about five minutes into his answer to my question "Why did you become a Mormon?" Reid lets slip that he once got into a fistfight with his father-in-law-to-be, an observant Jew who opposed the marriage for religious reasons, and I realize how perfect both portraits are. Reid's story is Twainian, a western desert tall tale, and his background is as brutal and hardscrabble as Jackson's. "I guess it's no secret that both my parents drank heavily," he finally says. "I didn't learn my family values in Searchlight," he adds, referring...