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SOMETIMES I go to the Orson Welles, like when someone forces me to or it's free. I'm always afraid I'm going to lose control at the Orson Welles, lose control and scream "Bergman stinks" as I hurl the coffee-maker against the t-shirt display on the art deco wall. However this reaction isn't entirely the fault of the Welles, which I believe was named the Real Paper's Most Smug Theater of 1976. I learned to fear so-called "art films" and the theaters that screen them at a very early age, when...
...Everyone knows you can't think and make love at the same time." The resulting frustration, she said, might lead to "increased vandalism and other types of misbehavior." In fact, she said, once while driving past a Hyannis motel with amber lights, she "wanted to scream, run and throw rocks through the windows." But she restrained herself because she is "61 and self-contained...
...script the scene took a few lines and a gallon or two of purple ink. The helicopter slams into the rock "with a grinding scream, the blades crumple back like spaghetti, still twisting in a slow-motion convulsion of shrieking metal. Like a great dying bird, it seems to keel over in a last agony, twisting downward in a wrenching, moaning death. Whoomp...
Those who do not look kindly on Thompson's scream-of-consciousness writing style consider his stuff to be no more than "pseudo-literary exhibitionism," the product of a burned-out mind and of little significance to anyone but academics doing studies on the evil effects of narcotics. William F. Buckley Jr., writing in this week's New York Times Book Review, predictably attributes Thompson's work to "a very nearly unrelieved distemper," and comments that he "elicits the same kind of admiration one would feel for a streaker at Queen Victoria's funeral...
...clock police protection for Michael Bilandic, his wife and their eight-month-old son, showed up at a block party in the Bilandic's Bridgeport neighborhood. Spotting her honor, whom Bilandic accuses of vindictiveness, Heather Bilandic rushed up to shake a fist in Byrne's face and scream "How dare you do this! What are you trying to do to my baby!" Byrne bristled, bit a normally sharp lip and moved away...