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...bizarre, farcical, obscene, recondite, but always vividly pictured -into a whole that is truly tragic. There are drunk scenes that spin with laughter and nausea. There are battle scenes crackling with the unreality of sudden death. And at the end, the Germans scale the castle walls, while the gargoyles scream and drops of blood blossom like roses. Superbly and movingly, the men of the absurd 314th Replacement Cadre die. For what? Perhaps four hours' stemming of the German onslaught...
...left to what Princeton calls "the viz squad. At the University of North Carolina they are "tubeholics," at Ohio State "TV majors " But the pros by any other nam are still the pros, and they log daily hours in front of TV that would make a union man scream for overtime pay; The leading contender for academe s top tubeman is the University of Texas Saleh Abdulrahman Athel, a studei from Saudi Arabia who started watching to learn English, then just stayed and stayed and stayed. Now, on his Magnavox portable he soaks up eleven hours a day. "Everything...
Three horses converged on a middle-aged white man who was dressed in shirt and tie with his suit jacket slung over his arms. The man ducked and dodged the clubs, seeking a way out. Fear showed in his fce and he looked as if he was about to scream or cry or even bleat. The suit jacket was dropped and forgotten. Still the horses came, battering him. At last he plunged to freedom, and the laughing riders let him flee...
Selma Sheriff Jim Clark, a big man with balding head and a button reading the antithesis of Lackey. He rules his office an air of pomposity, as his brood of scream and deputy sheriffs hover reverently about radio monitor crackled with the "There's a bunch of 'em with signs head west on Jeff Davis Avenue, toward the houses." Clark flicks a switch on the and drawls, "Find out what they're doin a call me back...
Director Aldrich piles on a series of scream-in-the-night shocks, the better to batten a script strikingly short of sneakier surprises. In Charlotte's formula for terror, the nuttiest characters naturally turn out to be saner than anyone else. But there is rich menace in the dark, lushly mossy photography of Joseph Biroc, whose camera seems to have a malevolent presence of its own-a thing of shadows, catching the glint of an evil eye through the gossamer of steamed windows or sweeping up a curved balustrade that coils into the blackness below like an enormous question...