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...test passenger--all 6 ft. 8 in. of him--hadn't had that much room in a car since he was 10 years younger and a foot shorter. And there's an optional rear roof window, adding to the roomy, open feeling. You can even raise the car's height to suit your driving style--sport or comfort--although the difference wasn't all that notable...
Released for the first time since the original tapes from 1965 were discovered in a closet, these two CDs capture the definitive Coltrane band--McCoy Tyner, Jimmy Garrison and Elvin Jones--at the height of its powers. The highlights include Coltrane's signature standard My Favorite Things and the 27-min. title track, which features Coltrane at his most febrile, burning through registers in a controlled fury. To listen to these sessions is to experience some of the shock and awe that Coltrane induced in audiences at the time. After witnessing one of Coltrane's gigs at the Half Note...
...from their pasts. Poltavchenko spent his career in the KGB but now maintains he was always secretly religious--once a crime that would have landed him in a labor camp. Mikhalkov's father Sergei established the family fortune by writing chilling verse about enemies of the people at the height of the Stalinist purges. And he composed the words to his country's national anthem--three times. In 1944 he hailed the "Great Lenin" and Stalin. In 1977 he wrote out Stalin. And in 2000, when Putin revived the anthem, Sergei Mikhalkov replaced Lenin with fields and forests...
It’s a dangerous time to be a journalist. Sen. Joseph McCarthy is at the height of his tyranny, ruining supposed Communists’ lives without a shred of evidence. Constitutional freedoms provide little reassurance to those who run afoul of his partisan rage. While the nation remains in an open-ended war against a shadowy ideology, nobody wants to sound subversive...
...laconic gravitas reaches its height in several lengthy on-air monologues challenging the senator’s actions. The tendentious rhetoric and fits of self-doubt that punctuate the rest of the film fall away as the camera focuses on Murrow’s lined face, sternly lecturing us along with his television audience. There is no one else in the frame, no showy camera moves, no soundtrack—nothing to distract us from Strathairn’s understated virtuoso performance and the blunt, sobering words of the script, which Clooney co-wrote...