Word: pecks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...candidacy is improbable; yet in the course of his campaign Mailer has put forward some provocative ideas. Many merely peck at the periphery of urban problems, frequently with a large mea sure of hyperbole. Mailer proposes a monthly Sweet Sunday, when every form of mechanical transportation - including elevators - would be halted. His idea is to give the citizens periodic respite from air pollution caused by cars, trucks, buses and other machinery. He calls for a circumferential monorail in Manhattan, which would ease congestion on traffic-crammed city streets. -, He also suggests that Coney Island be turned into a Las Vegas...
...though. How could she forget that she had a date with him on Friday? I mean, no girl could just outright forget a date! He had stood there on the porch, stuttering and awkward, and suddenly they had kissed--a lingering, deep, open-mouthed kiss, much more than the peck he had anticipated--and then, he breathless, sad said "See you next Friday, okay?", and she said, "Yes," and he said, "I'll call you next week, we'll probably see a movie," and then he had run all the way back to the Yard; she had forgotten this...
Martin had never been less positive of anything, and he knew it, and so did Susan. But she was on the spot, so she said that would be fine, and they parted without even a peck...
...Cobb, Raymond Massev, Eduardo Ciannelli, Burgess Meredith, Edward G. Robinson, Keenan Wynn. Together they pick the hambone clean in a search for the usual lost gold cache -before they get wiped out in the customary massacre. Left over are a Mexican villain (Omar Sharif), leathery Marshal Mackenna (Gregory Peck), one surly, burly Apache and two obligatory ladies. The blonde (Camilla Sparv), supposedly Arizona-born and bred, speaks with a heavy Swedish accent. The Indian maiden (Julie Newmar) is a red-skinned Stupefyin' Jones, left over from the musical Li'I Abner. In the movie's sole...
...Peck, all dignity, stalks senselessly through the film like a man in someone else's nightmare. The dreamer is Film Maker Carl Foreman, whose shoddy special effects and flaccid production soon turn Mackennas Gold into solid dross. To fill up the film, he has José Feliciano twanging a narrative ballad and Quincy Jones's thunderously atmospheric music throughout. The result sounds like pebbles clattering down the Grand Canyon...