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There is, for example, a whole generation of Soviet officials who put perfectly sane dissidents into psychiatric prisons and presided over that hell called the gulag. Those officials are not just running around the world. Some of them are still running Russia...
...with stolen money, stops for the night in a tatty motel, chats with the eccentric owner, takes a shower. And then, 44 minutes in, the movie goes a little mad. Exit leading lady, in a whirlpool of blood. New characters appear, are slaughtered or imperiled. What the hell is going on here? Audiences knew (it was one of Hitchcock's most profitable films), but the critics were annoyed, dismissive. It took a while for them to come around. In 1973 one critic (this one) chose Psycho as his all-time favorite film...
Indeed, the whole film is in a style we'll call contempo-retro. It is beautifully shot by Christopher Doyle, who turns the puky green of motel lighting into a circle of Hell, and it features a busy sound track of rattlesnakes and buzzing flies--moral decay in the desert. Everything else is defiantly same-old. This Psycho is radical because it has not only the dialogue but also the tempo of a film almost 40 years...
...century's biggest flop in business journalism is broadcast television. TV with a business story is like a whore with a baby: it's a cute little thing, but what the hell to do with it? A business story's got no blood, no guts, no prime time. So business is left largely to expert talking heads. On cable, market-oriented business networks are surging like hot IPOs, but sometimes they give us information overload. The moment-to-moment changes in the major stock averages flash nervously on Bloomberg News; the stock tickers scroll rapidly on CNBC and CNNfn, citing...
...earth, finding most of them filthy, lazy and wanting in Midwestern virtue. From Libya he once wrote, "No water in river, and country full of Wops." The British he regarded as "pink-coated, horn-blowing, supercilious bankrupts." The Blessed Isles were to him just one big "chalk-cliffed hell." McCormick ably reinforced the trait of editorial looniness so eagerly deployed by William Randolph Hearst, whose career reached its zenith in fomenting the Spanish-American...