Word: outerness
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...main title flashes on the screen. What film could possibly live up to that alarming phrase: Snakes on a Plane? It has the artless - not to say cheesy - directness of an old-fashioned bottom-of-the-bill B picture, promising thrills of a purely visceral kind: no aliens from outer space, no philosophical musings about man's place in the universe. All the movie has to do is show us a familiar, alarming menace - the aforementioned snakes - slithering around in a closed, inescapable space - the aforementioned airplane - threatening its customary human cargo, which will be familiar to anyone who remembers...
...threats and trials had their impact on the comic tagged by New York Daily News columnist Bob Sylvester as "the man from outer taste": no one dared book Lenny. At the end of his eight-year career doing inspired satire, he couldn't get... I was going to say he couldn't get arrested, but that was about all he could get. What he couldn't get was a job. He was a prophet without honor ? and, worse, for a would-be-working comedian, without profit. On his 40th birthday he declared himself bankrupt, and nine months later...
...Burton, her boyfriend] is a bit of a Peter Pan, but a good one. He definitely has a big child in him. There's no inner child. It's all outer...
...Jury was written and directed by Harry Essex, a specialist in science-fiction screenplays (It Came from Outer Space, The Creature from the Black Lagoon) who had no notion of alchemizing menace from pictures and performances. Shot in 3D by noir whiz John Alton, and featuring occasional thrusts into the camera (a rifle, a dying man's hand, the pointed bra worn under a satiny blouse by Peggie Castle as Charlotte), the movie stays perfunctorily faithful to the book, including the use of a few famous lines. "Act like a clam or I'll open ya up like...
...revealed a listing, three-masted whaleship. Moored to it by a web of radiating ropes bobbed five smaller vessels, the 35-foot whaleboats that, on better days, the whaleship dispatched to harpoon the bowhead whales that brought white men to these remote climes. And, completing the scene, forming its outer perimeter, nine other whaling vessels swung at anchor in the eerily calm waters of this 37°F cloudless Arctic morning. A day earlier, the winds that often slice through this storied, icy gut dividing North America and Asia had roiled those waters; swells had blown the Brunswick...