Word: guts
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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There are no grand images, like the helicopter attack in Apocalypse Now. All we see of the jets flying over head, for example, are the faces of the grunts watching them. This approach forgoes any artistic epiphanies for a very real tension, felt in the gut: a genuine fear that something terrible is going to happen to the people on the screen and that there is nothing we can do about it. And when those people express the same fear, we begin to have an inkling of what it must have been like...
...think of that wee man, and sometimes when I swing on someone, there he is in front of me. His wife was pregnant, as mine was. Well he never knew it, but he had a son. I don't know why I fight. It's a fire in my gut. But I'll tell you something." His tone grew hushed, as he finally could give personal testimony to an ancient warning. "It damages you up there. I know after that last fight I've been damaged. I've lost some brain cells...
Nevertheless, the participants contend, the program contributes importantly to the assassination record. "I defy anyone who is familiar with the Kennedy assassination," says Bugliosi, "to look at the 18 hours of tape or examine the trial transcript and say that the gut issues of the case were not addressed or were treated cosmetically." Even for casual observers raised on Perry Mason, On Trial: Lee Harvey Oswald provides a fascinating lesson in history and the law. And, not incidentally, TV's best courtroom drama ever...
...surreality inside us right on the head, and still pays his bills. He is vivid, rambunctious, sloppy, true-to-life, occasionally peurile, but always striking. If he's slipped a few times, he still hasn't fallen. There is truth in what he writes, not a lofty truth, but gut-grabbing honesty...
...There's no time! We have to get to Teheran." It was no use protesting; we had to get to the story. As we stalked down the runway looking for a Middle-East bound jet I asked Fury the question that had been eating at my gut...