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...Danny, it’s me—Mom. Are you really serious about this whole Senator thing? I always thought you wanted to be a racecar driver or an astronaut. Or, perhaps based on playing to your strengths, a professional bed-wetter...
...house quickly became my home away from home and many a milestone was celebrated therein. At age seven I began driver’s ed at the Grand Prix Raceway. Because of my short stature, my mom controlled the pedal while I, barely visible, clutched the wheel as the racecar sputtered and jerked along at an exhilarating 10 miles per hour. The following year I had my first brush with television fame—and with a pre-”Felicity” Keri Russell—as I sat in on a taping...
...refer all interested readers to the brilliantly remastered version of Hitchcock's 1954 thriller Rear Window, in which a bored and bedridden Jimmy Stewart (in a full-leg cast after a run-in with a racecar) witnesses what he thinks is a murder: his salesman neighbor's wife disappears the night that the salesman makes several early-morning trips out of the apartment, carrying a suitcase, in the rain. The movie itself is shot entirely from Stewart's vantage-point at his rear window and is a fascinating exploration of voyeurism, inference and 1950s haute couture...
...follow our least sympathetic instincts, then John Belushi was but a reckless driver who drove his racecar of a career and of a life straight into the wall of public scrutiny. If his memory is tarnished or even warped then it should nonetheless come as no surprise. Unfortunately for Bob Woodward, he, the man who has so callously recorded Belushi's memory, is not an inanimate wall. It was Bob Woodward, and not John Belushi or some amorphous public right to know, that catalogued for 423 pages the worse and the worst of Belushi's life In defending...
...quality of performance varies wildly. Edward Herrmann is amusingly obnoxious as a company finance man, and Jones, as the racecar driver whom Olivier hires to supervise the building of the "Betsy," acts decently even if he projects no personality. Lesley-Anne Down, late of Upstairs, Downstairs, is not only ravishingly beautiful (and we see much of her), but speaks with that enticing British accent, which in a Harold Robbins film guarantees class. I have never seen Robert Duvall give a bad performance before, but here he acts alternately demented or disinterested. He rattles off paragraphs of exposition without a change...