Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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CHARLIE, the central figure in Streets, is a mob underling who collects "payments" for his uncle, the local boss. Harvey Keitel's countenance has the tight-bunched look of Charles Bronson, but it is more than tough. The face shows weathered tension burying pure fear. You see him first kneeling at the altar, dwarfed in the dizzying bowels of the Catholic church. It is after confession, and Charlie is clealy no ordinary sinner, looking grimly pained as he repeats his dozen Hail Marys. The interior monologue begins: "They're just words, it's all bullshit...
Worst Crisis. In search of a scapegoat, Neapolitans have turned on the politicians, who are being blamed for doing nothing to improve Naples' woefully antiquated sanitation system. With typical Italian overstatement, the city officials are being referred to as "that band of cuckolds and brigands." Last weekend a mob of unemployed mussel fishermen assaulted the car of Naples Prefect Domenico Amari as it approached city hall, setting off three days of rioting that resulted in a dozen injuries and eight arrests. Politicians of all shades loudly began accusing one another of negligence and corruption, tossing the blame around like...
...concrete immobility by immersing him in a plot full of flash and frenzy. It is a mostly futile effort. The script, about a rogue cop, is patterned closely enough on Dirty Harry to be called Grubby Lou. There is a series of slaughters, apparently having to do with mob warfare, that keeps Lou (Bronson) shuttling between New York and Los Angeles, getting blood on his own hands from time to time. The plot is infernally tangled and unrelieved by humor. There is a good, loud, nasty showdown in a subterranean garage, and an effectively brutal scene of a mass mob...
...trip to New York last summer, Arthur bought a wig to use as a disguise, but Saks refused to let her wear it. "Then one night it happened," she says. "We were chased down Broadway by a mob of people like in Suddenly Last Summer. It was awful. We dived into a bar to escape, and my husband said, 'Next time do me a favor. Wear the wig.' " A small blonde wig, perhaps...
Shortly after 8 p.m., a squad of 22 policemen entered the riot area and pleaded with the mob to disperse. A vicious baton charge followed, punctuated by volleys of tear gas. Then the order to open fire rang out, and history seemed to repeat itself. At dawn eleven blacks lay dead, cut down by police bullets. Another 27 were injured...