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...stage with Michael Sargent, the pace quickened and the laughter was ready for them before they opened their mouths. Sargent was Poo-bah, the Lord High Everything Else, a tall, grumbling hypocrit he portrayed almost perfectly. When he smiled a rare smile, he wrinkled every patch of skin...
Cupped in a patch of wooded hills in Issaquah, Wash., some 15 miles southeast of Seattle, a one-story building rambles comfortably across a meadow. A clear creek ripples near by, filled at the moment with salmon heading upstream to spawn. There is an air of bustling activity about the place, a liveliness that is surprising because the rustic building is a nursing home. It is one of an increasing number that are teaching their patients to get up and live rather than follow the old nursing-home formula of lie down and die slowly...
...golden days of the silver screen, the rest of the world had it pretty well figured out that the U.S. was cowboy-and-Indian country except for a patch of gang turf called Chicago, and that the populace was all Tom Mixes, Bogarts and Harlows. Now the world knows better: it realizes that the U.S. is, in fact, a vast Ponderosa peopled by dashing doctors and defense counsels and hard-nosed Combatants, all of whom love a dunderhead named Lucy. At a time when there are 1,400 times as many television sets (173 million) as movie houses on earth...
...roads so narrow and precipitous that they are impassable during rainstorms. Led by Castro Cuban advisers and supplied with Red Chinese arms ferried in from Tanzania to the lake port of Baraka, the 5,500-man ragtag rebel force was roaming at will through a 200-sq.-mi. patch of the eastern Congo, cutting roads, murdering and terrorizing the population. Tshombe knew the Simbas had to be driven out of Fizi, and to do the job he once again called on his favorite gun-for-hire, Mercenary Commander Mike Hoare...
...destroys the last reference to the world in which he has lived, a packet of old photographs. But he cannot escape himself, and as he lifts his eyes to the barren wall before him, he comes face to face with the image of his own deadpan likeness, with a patch over one blind eye. Except for that moment of revelation, the actor's face is never seen; he plays the rest of the 22-minute film with his back to the camera, relying on his narrow shoulders, dragging feet and sensitive hands to express his total desolation...