Word: rocke
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...American partner, is allowed to display some martial-arts machismo. Liam Neeson, playing a director of low-budget slasher movies who is high on Harry's list of suspects in a serial-killer case, corners the market in upscale cynicism. James Carrey gets to go fruitfully bananas as a rock star on the mainline to an early grave. And David Hunt, as a maniac film fancier named Harlan, provides the jolt of menace. Hunt can even terrify a film critic before slicing her to shreds -- the ultimate negative review. No such fun for Clint; he mainly stands there and simmers...
...Williams he got daily letters from her; she read all his major texts so she could trade notes on them. To help pay tuition, Bennett waited on tables and worked summers hauling furniture while earning honors, playing football and strumming a rock guitar -- the very model of the 1960s liberal student. Civil rights concerns nudged him toward the liberal Students for a Democratic Society, which later turned violently radical. But Brother Bob talked him out of it, advising that some day S.D.S. might not look good on his resume...
...Allan Bloom ((author of The Closing of the American Mind)) is a brilliant man, very good for higher education. But much too despairing. He doesn't see the happiness and spontaneity of American life. I hate that prissy crap where he's anti-rock 'n' roll...
...invited to Brookline for an interview. He helps in the Border States and the South, possibly even in California, where his future-oriented interests (fiber optics and the greenhouse effect) might make up for the entertainment industry's unhappiness with his wife's much publicized campaign against rock lyrics...
...clear?" "Right you are," I answered smartly. "The new version will be on your desk this afternoon." Back in my office, though, it was hard to concentrate. The little cursor on the blank computer screen blinked incessantly, like an accusing Cyclops. I felt like Sisyphus, endlessly, futilely pushing a rock up a hill. Oh, that I were Nabu, the Mesopotamian god of writing and destiny, whose powers could alter the days allotted to men in this life...