Word: pecks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Sadat then traveled by helicopter to Camp David, where he greeted Carter with exuberant Arab-style hugs. He embraced Rosalynn with somewhat more restraint, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Carter and Sadat strolled to Aspen Lodge, the presidential residence, and then on to Dogwood Lodge, the Egyptian's quarters...
...youngsters, ages 4½ and 3½, are perched on stools before a large console with pushbuttons, doing their lessons. For a while they peck busily away at the keys. But like playful kids everywhere, they eventually become bored and mischievous. Ignoring their work, they start to hug, squeal and make faces at each other, wrestle a littie and bound merrily about the room...
...hand at wooing audiences, and now Carey Peck, 28, is hoping to do the same with voters. Gregory's son was a political activist in the late '60s at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., campaigned for Carter and held down a job in the capital as legal counsel for a U.S. Senate subcommittee on education. But come November, Peck's good boy hopes to win a seat in Congress from his home state of California. When he needs counsel, the aspiring politician huddles with a formidable pair of campaign cochairmen: Father Gregory and former California Governor...
...PALMA HAS CAST the film magnificently, with a keen satirical eye. Giving the lead roles to Kirk Douglas and Carrie Snodgrass must be his audacious reply to those who would put all-American zombies like Gregory Peck and Lee Remick in similar roles. Kirk Douglas's face has never seemed longer, and that dimple never more defiant. With the stature and angry leer of a depraved baboon (perfect for a DePalma hero), and a cuddly, newfound warmth, Douglas looks like a MAD magazine caricature of himself, and that is somehow very appropriate. Carrie Snodgrass, in her first appearance since Diary...
...latter by a plate-glass window in a scene lingered over by the cameraman as though he were some kind of vampire. One moment of imagination: the prowl of a vicious wolf-dog from hell whose breathing is synchronized with one of Jerry Goldsmith's Latin chants. Gregory Peck is well-meaning, but as animated as a potted plant, and the rest of the cast is colorless until their respective bloody deaths. Why is it that these movies strive to be so serious, devoid of lyricism or wit? There's nothing more terrifying than the unseen, but in "The Omen...