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...through several hands before being bought by entrepreneur Andrei Deloss, who refurbished the Oak Hall. Now the fireplace still blazes cozily, a quiet piano sounds by the entrance and the former bedroom-cum-committee-room is available for private parties. Beria's sinister apartment upstairs has become a cigar saloon. The restaurant is still called the Writers' Club, but as a friendly waiter explains: "Poor writers now stay at home; rich ones come to us." 50 Povarskaya Street...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Feasting with Authors | 9/26/2007 | See Source »

...horse opera rendered as grand opera, with Morricone's fullest, most voluptuous score. Corbucci's vision was much bleaker. For once the good guy doesn't win. Hero and heroine are both killed, and the rival bad guys are left to shoot it out in a final saloon carnage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Wild West's Long and Winding Road | 9/21/2007 | See Source »

...Pegg and Wright is not a mirror of the American psycho psyche but a window to vigorous fantasy. The crimson streets of L.A., as shown in Lethal Weapon, Bad Boys II and many of the other films referenced in Hot Fuzz, are no more real than the corpse-littered saloon after a Western-movie showdown...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hot Fuzz: Lethal Weapons in Jolly Old England | 4/21/2007 | See Source »

...freedom,” he builds on the dense mythos he’s created on Destroyer records. But somehow he makes abstraction and mystification attractive. Any song named “A Venue Called Rubella” shouldn’t be fun, but the out-of-tune saloon piano makes the ditty a rollicking, midtempo good time and the eponymous refrain catchy...

Author: By Jake G. Cohen, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: CD OF THE WEEK: Swan Lake, "Beast Moans" | 11/30/2006 | See Source »

...city is a grey suspicion of dawn, the hour when streetwalkers quit, grifters count their take, busted junkies begin to jitter with the inside sweats. He is a loner, but his world is filled with friends. He knows the cop with the abused arches, the complaisant heiress, the slick saloon proprietor, the sick comic, the sullen stoolie who talks in the guarded whisper of cell block and exercise yard ... HE IS HARD-MUSCLED, HANDSOME, HANDY WITH A SNUB-NOSE .38, AND HIS HIDE IS AS TOUGH AS THE BLUING ON A PISTOL BARREL. Decent, disillusioned and altogether incredible...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters | 8/28/2006 | See Source »

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