Word: hellings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...course he is nothing of the sort. His innocence is only a mask for a settled malice directed against a society that he thinks has gone mad. He keeps a punching bag in his studio, and every once in a while "beats the hell out of it." His visual jokes are intuitional and may indeed have no rational point. But they end up as a kind of emotional fishhook, snagged in the memory. They are images not wholly explicable, but impossible to dislodge...
...Bill Stanfill, Georgia, 6 ft. 6 in., 242 Ibs. On the field, Hendricks looks like a basketball player who accidentally put on the wrong uniform. Confident that he can easily pack another 25 or 30 Ibs. onto his lean frame, scouts predict the "Stork" will continue to "worry hell out of a backfield" with his long-arm way of deflecting passes, and snagging ballcarriers from behind. Stanfill is a relentless de fender who specializes in flattening quarterbacks. Nothing fancy about him, say the scouts, "just a big strong boy who gets to the ballcarrier...
...been published ten years ago, Alistair MacLean's thriller might have transferred effortlessly for a smaller budget to a smaller screen. The plot is not much different from, say, Samuel Fuller's low-budget submarine picture Hell And High Water, and even the magnificence of Cinerama can't conceal the thinness of the story. The Ice Station Zebra souvenir booklet plot synopsis, these usually confined to initial statement of the premise, manages to tell everything up to the last ten minutes without appearing expensive. The souvenir booklet also pretty much gives away who the villain is, which...
...minutes to think, and looked past the dreary green window curtains out at the drab, decaying, worn brick roofs of Cambridge buildings. "Soon I will be back out there," the patient thought to himself, "where there are real battles to fight, instead of the false battles in this etherized hell." With that though, he forgave his fear, and thought of women, and of whiskey...
...Hence the cuckoo clock in Hell--keeping perfect time for eight minutes and twenty-three seconds, jumping ahead two seconds, keeping perfect time for two hours and one second, then jumping ahead a year...