Word: morones
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Hirsch's harebrained study should be dumped into the garbage. As a high school English teacher, I can testify that in education alone, the moron tube is so poisonous and hypnotic that the disease of illiteracy is rampant...
...ordeal. He announced before any of the rest and suffered under the personal attack of New Hampshire's sulfurous newspaper publisher William Loeb, who accused the Congressman of sexual excess and heavy drinking. Says Crane of his long campaign: "It's like the old moron joke about the kid who was hitting himself on the head with a hammer because it feels so good when you quit. I told the folks back home everyone ought to do this once in his life, ideally as early on as possible, because every day after it's over...
...always saying, 'What is this guy all about, anyway?' Why don't they leave you alone and just accept what you do? That's one of the things I like about Gardiner. Who the hell is he? Is he God? Is he sent by God? Is he a moron? Or what?" The point, for Sellers, is that Chance is one of the meek who are supposed to inherit the earth, and actually does just that by being his simple self. That is the trick Sellers has once again pulled off, keeping his own essential blankness intact behind his multitude...
...this seemingly impossible task; as he proved in Lolita, he is a master at adapting the surreal characters of modern fiction to the naturalistic demands of movies. His Chance is sexless, affectless and guileless to a fault. His face shows no emotion except the beatific, innocent smile of a moron. His verbal repertoire consists only of mild pleasantries, polite chuckles and vague homilies about gardening. Sellers' gestures are so specific and consistent that Chance never becomes clownish or arch. He is convincing enough to make the film's fantastic premise credible; yet he manages to get every laugh...
...COULD RUN, but I could not hide. That evening, I staggered into the required meeting with Proctor Chuck, a nervous, wide-eyed moron whose insensitivity and comprehensive ignorance of Harvard perfectly suited him--in the eyes of the Freshman Dean's Office--to guide 30-odd freshmen through the year. Chuck welcomed us in his high, overeager voice and then, with the preface, "I thought you'd like to know something about yourselves," began to read each anonymous person's high school rank and SAT scores from computer printouts. We all stared at each other uncomfortably, trying to figure...