Word: joints
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...story with irrelevant but delightfully hectic scenes at the bordello. Salome, Tunin's contact in the city (played with spirit and finesse by Mariangela Melato), is blessed with all the wit and energy he lacks. With the tough elegance and self-assurance of a top whore in a classy joint, she adds a crucial dimension of sensuality and realism. Salome's bawdy repartees offer Wertmuller just the link she needs to trigger off comic scenes. Her vivid style is distinctly reminiscent of Fellini (with whom she worked on "8 1/2"), especially in portraying the banter and gossip of twenty girls...
...Judiciary Committee volume disclosed details of that hitherto secret IRS audit for the first time. In general, they paralleled the findings of the Joint Congressional Committee. One new area of tax underpayment was disclosed...
...Joint Effort, derides was far less sanguine. He observed that Turkey was continuing to land reinforcements on the island in violation of the ceasefire. The landings must stop and the Greek territory be returned, he warned, before a new peace could really take effect. Otherwise, he said, "time is running out. It will be with the greatest reluctance that I will appear before the Greek people of Cyprus to invite them to fight to the last...
...uneasy cease-fire had been worked out by a joint effort involving the U.N., NATO and the Common Market. Though the U.S. was roundly criticized for not applying enough pressure sooner on Greece, Kissinger denied the charge, telling TIME Correspondent Strobe Talbott: "From the first day, we told Greece that we did not want enosis [union], and we told the Turks that we did not want enosis." Nonetheless, after remaining aloof from the crisis during its early days, Kissinger spent much of the weekend after the invasion talking on the overseas telephone to London and Paris as well as Athens...
...When you're out of Butz, you're out of guts!" runs the slogan. To illustrate, we are whisked to one of those boisterous prole bars where every guy in the joint clutches a foaming mug or frosted bottle. Shapiro carries the scene to its ruthlessly realistic and quite hilarious conclusion. One guy, who seems to be just easing out of a day driving the No. 4 bus, decks a well-groomed type in a flowered shirt. The whole bar erupts, the virtues of malt and macho are duly celebrated, and the place looks like Pork Chop Hill...