Word: hairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...handing out a plot booklet explanation with the price of admision; I wish they'd thought of that at the Maplewood Theater. If I had only known what the hell was going on in the last hour I wouldn't have had to ask: Why does Buck Henry's hair turn white in the space of five minutes? Why does Bowie's space shot fail? Why do his records sell? And yet, there is so much that is interesting in the film, so much canniness and so much good acting (including Bowie's) that at the risk of losing readership...
...prints impress: Emil Nolde, in particular, unfailingly achieves those surprising effects in the medium which prove a master. His three boat prints capture the slap of water in pitching black and white blocks and swirls; his Danish girl amazes with the sensuality of her red hair, rendered in what is merely a mass of scratches...
...cloud." For young children, the mystery of the belly button is easy to explain: it is "where the Yankee shot you." Acquaintanceship? "We've howdied but we haven't shook." Crowding? "There's not room enough in here to skin a cat without getting hair in your mouth." If things are going well, "life's just a slide on a doughnut." There is also the Southern man who lies so much that he needs someone else to call his dog. Similes fall like raindrops: slow as a pond, high as a pine, sorry as gully dirt...
...James B. Hunt, 39, a former Peace Corpsman who became head of the state's Young Democratic organization, is favored to replace Republican Incumbent James Holshouser (who is prohibited by law from succeeding himself). In Tennessee, former Democratic State Chairman James R. Sasser, 39, who has a mop of hair and a smile reminiscent of John F. Kennedy, is running an energetic campaign for the U.S. Senate. Says he: "If I take a day off, I just get restless and run out of the house to find a hand to shake." Sasser, a onetime legislative assistant to the late liberal...
What he really loves is his automobile. He overlooks his wife with her hair up in pink rollers, sagging into an upside-down question mark in her tight slacks. But he lavishes attention on his Mercury mistress, Easy Rider shocks, oversize slickers, dual exhaust. He exults in tinkering with that beautiful engine, lying cool beneath the open hood, ready to respond, quick and fiery, to his touch. The automobile is his love and his sport...