Word: shoots
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...everyone. That's why Jackson State was less surprising than Kent State, or why no one paid much attention when Justice Douglas tried to stay the bombing of Cambodia so the Supreme Court could rule on it first. If he'd stayed an order to National Guardsmen to shoot down student demonstrators, presumably he'd have been upheld...
...tireless. "He is in perfect physical shape," says Auerbach. "The man doesn't sweat." With his limitless energy, Havlicek, a forward who will play guard when the Celtics want extra height on the court, often leads the famous Celtic fast break, racing downcourt to drive on the basket, shoot from outside or, more often, pass the ball to a teammate. Though Havlicek has uncanny aim with his passes and shots, his style is anything but flashy. "He takes charge in a quiet, unobtrusive way," says Auerbach. "I didn't think he'd be able to fill Russell...
...humble hopes for this poorhouse thriller evaporate in the opening sequence. Two mob gunmen arrive at a back-country farm to make a hit. Their quarry is doing some chores. Without a word, they confront him, pull their weapons, shoot him twice in the heart, and go away. Around his still body his pet dog capers and moans. Over in the corral a horse paces desperately. And the screen door on the porch bangs open and closed in the wind. Cliches are not the exclusive province of dialogue...
...They Shoot Horses, Don't They?, Friday and Saturday...
...They Shoot Horses, Don't They. People are often "I was so much older then" about this movie: They like it at the time; they've grown out of it now; too self-consciously nihilistic and existential and despair-in-Atlantic-City. Maybe not, though. The dance marathon allegory might become tiresome except for the brilliance of Jane Fond's performance. She's best at jabbing out with neurotic intelligence, sharp enough to project that she knows her own mind is her worst enemy--the battle goes on before our very eyes, the nervous twitch furious with itself. Fonda...