Word: helling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...successful. His coverage of our two Asian wars. Korea and Vietnam, have made him the best-known photographer in America. His photos have always confirmed things that we already knew, or thought we knew. His war photos: our gallant boys, bravely fighting the faceless hordes: why, sure, war is hell, and our troops get exhausted, and dirty, and ... boy! it's rough; but still they fight valiantly onward. Above all, Duncan's photos are predictable. We need only visualize our shallowest thoughts about any news event that Duncan covers to know what his photos will look like...
...year, whatever that means, it didn't sell very widely. This is no surprise. Although it was a great record, it was in a basically acoustic idiom, mostly just guitar and dulcimer; Dylan had just issued Highway 61, and folk music, as we then knew it, was shot to hell...
...Clark, "so many of these folks?far from being professional liberals or agitators or youths simply trying to avoid the draft?were pure, straight middle-class adults who had simply decided, in their own pure, straight middle-class way, that it was time for the U.S. to get the hell out of the war in Viet...
...performance suggests that he is. It is as if one were viewing the crucifixion and being crucified at the same time. The incantatory rendering of dialogue sometimes resembles the Mass. The sounds that the cast utters are as arresting as if they were the cries of the damned in hell. On the rack of torment, Cieslak's body shudders convulsively from head to toe, and few athletes could begin to match the physical suppleness of a cast that seems as fit for dance as drama. At times, the company freezes in still lifes of agony. One is constantly aware...
...across his tossed salad, slowly raised a pointed finger from an imaginary holster and cried: "Zap! Whammo! Jesus, the guy's still got it." But, said one reporter, "Wayne's 62 now and his fight scenes are beginning to look a little-well . . ." "Fight scenes!" roared Marvin. "Hell, I thought those were his love scenes. Hey, don't print that. Oh, go ahead. I can always say, 'Hey, look, Duke, I was drinking...