Word: hounding
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...sneaks up for a microphone check? None other than our own I. Logan Evans '86, resident politico cum publicity hound...
...Sakharov, Jason Robards provides a commanding presence but few signs of emotional life. His mournful, hound-dog face, lower lip jutting forward in stoic determination, looks ready to apply for enshrinement on Mount Rushmore. He sheds little light on the motives behind Sakharov's late-blooming activism, though the fault may lie more in Rintels' overly reverent script than in Robards' characterization. Glenda Jackson, making a rare U.S. TV performance, brings a few moments of passion to her role as Yelena. In one scene, she chillingly describes the courtroom cheers that greeted a death sentence handed...
...first sign that the end is drawing nigh occurs when a perfectly normal and respectable young woman (Sigourney Weaver) opens her refrigerator door to stow the celery. Instead of confronting yesterday's quiche, she finds herself face to face with the hound of hell, all red-eyed and snappish, with a dreamscape hinting of unspeakable mysteries stretching out behind him. It is here that the film begins to transcend the generic limits of the annual summer giggle fit for the old Saturday Night Live crowd...
...single tenement house. No other work of Russian fiction has portrayed the everyday life of ordinary Soviet citizens with such compassion and in such mesmerizing detail. Lvov's villain, the local party boss, and tyrant of the tenement, is as lethal to the human spirit as any hound of hell conjured up by Dostoyevsky...
...author tips his hat to Sir Arthur early on. The name of his medieval detective, William of Baskerville, is an echo of the Sherlock Holmes story The Hound of the Baskervilles. In the 14th century context, William is a Franciscan friar, famed for his formidable powers of deduction. His companion and disciple is called Adso, or in French, Adson, as in the phrase "Elementary, my dear Adson...