Word: liking
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...evidence uncovered so far in East Germany indicates plundering on a scale to rival world-class pillagers of national treasuries like the Marcos family of the Philippines or the Pahlavis of Iran. Honecker, along with other top party officials, lived a decidedly bourgeois life inside the walled luxury compound of Wandlitz, a few miles north of East Berlin. But last week it was revealed that he also had a $1.2 million vacation villa on the tiny island of Vilm in the Baltic Sea, previously thought to be an uninhabited bird preserve. Some of the perks claimed by East Germany...
...real world -- three-bedroom homes in my sunny but unfashionable Miami neighborhood that rose from $65,000 to $85,000 over the past two or three years are still $85,000. But the notion that real estate prices will always go up, once common knowledge, like the notion that grapefruits can be eaten only in halves, is finally subject to doubt. After decades of steadily rising prices, we could be in for years, if not decades, of relatively poor performance...
...Roberto Duran, 38, was the top-grossing fight in history. Next month George Foreman, now bigger than Mount Rushmore and twice as old, will face perennial white heavyweight Gerry Cooney. Someone will get hurt -- probably the first one who throws a punch -- and people will pay to watch. Like rock 'n' roll, sports used to be a young man's game. But with the graying of America, the Stones go rolling on, and geriatric jocks are big business...
Director Bruce Beresford's tone is cool and shadowy -- like Miss Daisy's fine old house. Hoke is introduced into it by her son Boolie (Dan Aykroyd, displaying full credentials as an actor), when at 72 Miss Daisy careers her car into a neighbor's yard. She has objections, suspicions. She harbors -- yes -- more racial prejudice than she has ever been forced to admit...
...student who finds Emersonian idealism of small help in mastering the bayonet. It is the movie's often awesome imagery and a bravely soaring choral score by James Horner that transfigure the reality, granting it the status of necessary myth. Broad, bold, blunt, Glory is everything that a film like Miss Daisy, all nuance and implication, is not. But arriving together, they somehow hearten: they widen the range of our responses to what remains the central issue of our past, our present, our future...