Word: sunsets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...horse. The day is plainly not far off when Wayne will have to trade that pretty palomino for a sensible buckboard, and in the last line of the film the moviemakers wistfully express what millions of moviegoers will undoubtedly feel. As Big John strides resolutely into the sunset, the heroine (Ina Balin) calls after him: "Goodbye. We'll miss you. We've kind of gotten used...
...Polka Saloon. Sunset. Suddenly the sheriff rises from the faro table and snarls at an amateur gunslinger: "Ragazzo, e l'whisky che lavora [Boy, your whisky is too strong]." His angry Italian rings strangely in that watering place of the American frontier. His opponent is fast on the draw, but not fast enough: on the stairway appears a girl in fringed jerkin and boots, firing from the hip. The revolver spins out of the gunslinger's hand. The girl strides coolly across the bar. "Vi do la buona sera, sceriffo" she says to the sheriff...
...first. William Bowman, a Jewish furniture dealer, and his wife dismissed the episodes as pranks. When swastikas were smeared in lipstick on their two-story house in San Francisco's Sunset district, they quietly wiped the marks off; when they began to get obscene telephone calls, Bowman simply hung up, saying "wrong number, wrong number." The Bowmans did not realize then that the "pranks" were only the beginning of months of terror in which their spirits would gradually decay and their happiness disintegrate under the pressure of an unseen force...
...obscure actress who nevertheless does a remarkable job. She carries herself with the dignity of one enlightened through suffering, and in her periods of involuntary evil follows her unconquerable instincts with grisly resolution. She also achieves outstanding expressiveness with simple movements; merely sitting up slowly in her coffin at sunset she moves the viewer greatly...
...begun. Mr. Nehru takes out a philosophy book to pass the time. At noon the contest is still fierce. Mr. Nehru is now standing on his head in contemplation. At length the sun casts its red rays over the scene. Taut, the golden roe shimmers in the sunset-taut until, suddenly, it snaps in twain. The handkerchief flutters to the ground. Both teams fall backward in confusion. Nehru turns on his feet to pronounce the decision...