Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Ange les for 20 minutes without attracting a single squad car, when you or I get hauled in just for failing to make a left-turn signal? How come Hill insists on making the leading lady (Isabelle Adjani) so enigmatic, so much the dark lady of a thou sand bad screenplays, that the entire audience giggles every time she talks without moving her lips? And, finally, how come the Department of Energy didn't shut this picture down? It must have cost Kuwait's entire monthly output to fuel this non sense, with a resultant entertainment value somewhat...
...forgotten as S 250 noses along just above the floor of the bay, a flat, sandy-brown miniature moonscape unrolling beneath the 3-in.-thick, 16-in.-in-diameter window in the bow. Cynically one expects to find old shoes and bottles. But there is nothing except large-grained sand and mud, now and then a stick or stone, crisscrossed by all sorts of hermit and spider crabs that slink out of sight. Only the bigger green crabs show fight. One stands on its hind legs and waves its pincers in the air as the sub passes, the very picture...
...willing to go almost anywhere." As long as they go to the Med. The Continent's treasured southern beaches are awash in bodies glued together ham to hock. Dark-skinned Arabs flirt with pale northerners. Africans peddle snakeskin handbags and handcrafted jewelry. Dogs, children and wind surfers turn sand and sea into a hazardous obstacle course for casual bathers. In France the separation of "nude" and "family" beaches has been almost completely, well, swept away in the rush to expose as much skin to the sun as possible...
...coast, and four of the planned casinos have just opened. The 150-mile Costa del Sol is already overcrowded. Sewage treatment in some places is appalling; human feces bob up and down among the bathers, and doctors report a rise in skin, eye and vaginal infections from dirty sand and water...
...evenings after supper I hate him least, when the rheum in his blind eyes looks less like weakness, an impassive twilight severity in his backbone. He sits alone as I am alone, feeling the heat of the sand warm the sun-fallen...