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...Religion published by Marquis Who's Who, Inc., seemed most notable for the names that did not appear in its list of 16,000 people who "demonstrated merit in some form of religious activity." Among those not present: Roman Catholic Bishop Fulton J. Sheen; Unification Church Founder the Rev. Sun Myung Moon; Rabbi Marc Tanenbaum of the American Jewish Committee; and Manhattan Clergyman Norman Vincent Peale, whose "positive thinking" books have sold more than 5 million copies in the U.S. "It was a first-time publication and schedules were tight," explains Who's Who Sales Manager Sandra Barnes...
Lumet was trying for too many effects here--a sheen of high farce, an underpinning of grave pathos, and a focus on local color and American style. As in Serpico, he was trying to capture New York. He was also trying, with the groovy relevance of a mid-60's liberal, to make a trendy statement about bad cops, good robbers, Watergate and Vietnam. But he couldn't control his techniques. He cut so flippantly from one to the other--a laugh here, a sob there--that he destroyed the thoughtful consistency that would have elicited emotional response...
...film is not that special--its reputation has the inflated air of the underground favorite. Martin Sheen is a bored youth in a fifties town in the Dakotas. Nothing is happening. He and a young woman he picks up take off, heading nowhere, playing out occasional fantasies, not saying much, and eventually committing a few senseless murders. You identify with them, of course--they're all the movie gives you--and it's sad to see them caught by the police (one of whom is Harvard professor John Womack-don't even try to figure that out), especially when they...
...America, the van plummeted. Yellow images welled into its bugsmirched windshield--car chrome rendered gassy, half-tone faces in an air-conditioned pickle, blind voices whimpering in dying voids. Stubbed fingers of headlights scratched across closecropped weeds and into gritty caverns of trucked roar. And through the smoky sheen of translucent film, through the captive atmosphere of this worn, pummeled bag. America swelled in disembodied waves...
...disbelief; his viola voice emerges to play, tease, and finally wound in a fumbled attempt at old-boy friendship. Richardson, ever the literary prig, rejects him: "Let us change the subject. For the last time." He commits his soul to his servants, two North London roughnecks with a sheen of airline-steward manners, and slides willingly into no man's land, "which never changes, which never grows older, but which remains forever, icy and silent...