Word: helling
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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After leaving Harvard, I visited Rhodesia and South Africa as a journalist and was thrown out of the latter country for interviewing Albert Luthuli, the Nobel Peace Prize winner, who had been banned by the South African government. Then as now, the South African government was hell-bent on destroying every African leader who showed his head. The system there will not reform itself from within...
...life left in the comedy of the supernatural. The form can liberate narrative wit and design ingenuity; it encourages filmmakers to plunder all the medium's resources, to create something that can exist only in the movies. Check out, for instance, Beetlejuice's vision of the afterlife -- it's hell as a strangled bureaucracy. In the waiting room, where the exit signs read NO EXIT, the dead still carry scars of their demise. A magician's assistant, who has been fatally sawed in half, occupies two seats on a couch. The social worker who runs the place is clearly overworked...
True to form, the members selected one "arty" film. Hope and Glory is a fine movie without a snowball's chance in hell of winning. Unlike Chariots of Fire, the Academy's last successful arty flick, it doesn't even have a hit song...
...Sandinista offensive appeared hell-bent on crippling the contras. With U.S. funding for the rebels cut off since the end of February and peace talks between the contras and the Sandinistas scheduled to resume on March 21, Nicaraguan President Daniel Ortega Saavedra saw his chance to wound his opponents badly before they got to the negotiating table. For weeks the U.S. had been monitoring a Sandinista buildup in the Bocay Valley in northern Nicaragua. But when the attacks began on March 10, they were even larger than expected. The Nicaraguan strategy was to destroy the contra bases along the Coco...
...Republic saw it in 1942, Washington was a "combination of Moscow . . . Paris . . . Wichita . . . and Hell." In this rich anecdotal history, David Brinkley spends much of his time in the precincts of purgatory. The veteran commentator was a young reporter when the capital began to mobilize. "Was it conceivable," he wondered, "that the leadership of the Western world in wartime could fall to a city only a few generations out of the mud? A city that still boasted 15,000 privies...