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...coincidence that it was a woman who went for Nixon's jugular. Mackin was an outsider. She had neither the opportunity nor the desire to travel with the all-male pack; therefore, she was not infected with the pack's chronic defensiveness and defeatism...she could still call a spade a spade...
...Filipino), and a supercar with the name of a horse, Black Beauty. The supernatural thrived in a Poe-like atmosphere on Inner Sanctum and Lights Out -programs that featured echo chambers, creaking doors and the indelible clack of skeletons rising from granite tombs. Dashiell Hammett's detectives, Sam Spade, The Thin Man and The Fat Man, gave audiences a private eye and earful; other ops-Philip Marlowe, Philo Vance and Martin Kane-were even more hardboiled. Ben Hecht himself could not glamorize the press as well as oldtime radio. Britt Reid (the true identity of the Green Hornet...
...that the black guy is just as prejudiced against white folks as the white guy is against blacks? Right on, right? Thanks to the grace of Janet MacLachlan and Joyce Bulifant, the pilot episode managed to be nearly inoffensive, despite such lines as "I believe in calling a spade a spade," and "Show me a blue collar and I'll show you a red neck." But it has been downhill from there-a leftover lunch of cold jokes relying solely, it seems, on the word chocolate for chuckles...
...most faithful adaptation of Dashiell Hammett's novel dwarfed its predecessors and became the screen's classic American crime tale. Mary Astor, Peter Lorre, and Sidney Greenstreet lead a cast that's perfect right down to Captain Jacobi, molding exciting mystery around the deceptive personality of detective Sam Spade...
...much of me that sometimes I am confused: sometimes I believe it is more important--that is the land and the city, Des Moines, that speaks through me, using me the way I imagine I am using them. The earth itself is wet black and you can shove a spade down into it up to the handle without hitting a rock. A tin can will grow here...The narrator's muffled but desperately articulate voice speaks as if from a dungeon of alienation: the voice pleads with the reader for understanding, and as the speaker surfaces out of the narrative...