Word: hounding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...swirled outside his cramped office, Nettleton kindled yet another cigarette, propped his scuffed cowboy boots on the desk and pondered the renegade Dallas, who's been on the loose since a jailbreak last Easter Sunday. Abruptly he blew out the match and turned, a flinty glare transforming his hound-dog eyes. The sheriff wanted Dallas, dead or alive. "If they'd bring one of his hands back from Mexico, I'd be happy, I guess," drawled the lean and lanky lawman. "I just wanta know something's been done...
...with his treasure: a 1,905-carat star sapphire with an estimated uncut value of $2.28 million. Said he: "I'm astounded that this one pebble out of God's universe will take care of my children's lives. That makes me feel very good." But somewhere a rock hound is crying...
...best played in the Skull Cinema. On a real screen his lethally gifted children often turn out to be amateurish performers; the floodlighted hotel is about as frightening as the set of a Fred Astaire musical; and the rabid Saint Bernard seems only a benign cartoon of the Hound of the Baskervilles. King professes to be satisfied with many of the movie adaptations, except for The Shining ("Stanley Kubrick's stated purpose was to make a horror picture, and I don't think he understood the genre") and the summer's Maximum Overdrive ("a stiff"), which King directed. But privately...
Suddenly one of the Westerners mastered his fright and whispered, "Stop, let him pass." The four came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. The KGB man, clearly unprepared for the maneuver, walked past them. The hound had become the hare. "Now let's catch up and embarrass him," said the correspondent. The reporters began jogging toward the KGB agent, who looked around, startled, and set off at a dead run. Pedestrians turned to stare at the sight: middle-aged men dressed in suits and overcoats pounding down a snowy sidewalk like bankers after...
...jubilant finale, the troupe is now performing an uproarious double bill about bad theater and worse reviewers: Tom Stoppard's staging of his own The Real Inspector Hound, followed by Sheridan's dizzying spoof of epic tragedy, The Critic, last seen on Broadway 40 years ago in a production that featured Laurence Olivier and Ralph Richardson in roles that McKellen and Petherbridge play. Hound is a schoolboy-clever send-up of Agatha Christie's The Mousetrap, with all its clunking contrivances, coupled with the petulant fantasies of a second-string critic (Petherbridge) about an uprising by all the world...