Word: pinnings
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...face, sometimes drops his club and wanders away in disgust at a botched shot. On the greens, bent into his knock-kneed stance, he tries to sink long putts when many pros would prudently try to lag up to the cup. Says Palmer: "I guess I putt past the pin more than most anybody. I always like to give it a chance. Never up, never in, you know." Says P.G.A. President Harold Sargent: "Palmer is about the boldest player on the circuit...
...three-iron to get the ball up to the hole, but I eased off. I didn't want to go over, and I left myself short about 30 ft. I couldn't see the cup because of a roll in the green, so I had the pin left in. I bounced it off the pin and dropped the second putt...
Enter, Indeterminancy. A man in sneakers and grey-flannel slacks walked over to the balloons and started popping them with a pin. A contralto in a sickly green satin cocktail suit began singing St. Louis Blues. A dancer in a black leotard skipped rope while the pianist slammed the keyboard with his elbows. "Five!" cried Cage, his arm descending like the second hand of a clock. Sneakers hit the piano strings with a dead fish. Black Leotard read a newspaper while marking time to the wail of the trombone by flipping a garbage can lid with her foot...
Everyman's Problem. As Jon tries to pin Peter down long enough to sober him up and give him another last chance, Endless Road becomes a relentless chase sequence through Chicago's flossy and sleazy bars, plush and fleabag hotels, punctuated with impromptu shackups. Contrary to prevalent opinion, Author Treat argues that the real alcoholic is a man of satyrical urges and astonishing potency. At novel's end, a penitently sober Peter is entraining for dry New Mexico desert country-but with his hand ominously poised on the doorknob...
...film maintains its intensity at much greater length (2 hr. 20 min.) than the average spectator can be expected to tolerate. Furthermore, Actor Shimura, though at moments transcendently right and revealing, rather too continuously resembles a Japanese Jiggs who has just been beaned by the eternal rolling pin and is about to say tweet-tweet. But the minor actors are often superb. The camera work, the cutting, the use of flashback and sound track are spectacularly apt and original. And the great strength of the picture is the total seriousness and importance of what Kurosawa has to say: to live...