Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Guercio, who is also a record producer (Chicago; the third Blood, Sweat and Tears album), plunders other movies for ideas the way he might round up a group for a recording session. "I laid out the movie like an album," he tells interviewers. "Fast scene, slow scene, funny scene." What results is an eclectic, impersonal exercise, a market research report on fads, trends, styles...
...into eleven short months, finding at long last after endless and fatiguing hours of aspirations, national limelight and recognition, finding its way on the cover of Parade and onto WideWorld of Sport, out-publicizing the publicity mongers from Harry Parker's den of masculinity, reaching parity from the pure sweat and anguish of eleven months of looking at the same back and tugging the same oar, braving New England winter temperature an July humidity in an inexorable quest for Moscow. Radcliffe crew, which attained Moscow in the nick of time, finishing up one season a month before the next would...
...nose and squinting her hazel eyes, she assumes a trancelike expression that rarely bespeaks the slightest emotion. Rivals have described her intensity as "almost eerie," her slit-eyed squint as "snake-like." Julie Heldman claims that Evert's poise is so great that she does not seem to sweat, much less disturb a strand of her honey brown hair. "I have never seen Chris look disheveled," says Julie, "or even pleasantly rumpled...
...song and not the singer that made the hit. Representing the fifties, they lay the camp trimmings on thick: the grease, the T-shirts, the rumbles, the lingo. Last year when Sha-na-na came to Boston, most of the crowd was dressed for occasion, resplendent in white sox, sweat shirts, saddle shoes, and Brylcreem. This year the leftovers of that crowd walked like ghosts among a younger crowd in halter tops, platform shoes, and wide bell-bottoms. Nostalgia didn't pack the concert, but neither did the music. It was the being there...
...next leg of the journey was no laughing matter for Captain Konuma. Because a window had been cracked by the grenade explosion, he had to fly at the low altitude of 3,000 ft. "It was such a dangerous flight that I was covered with cold sweat," he says. Konuma received permission to refuel at Damascus. Just after the jet took off again two hours later, a terse message came over the radio from a Palestinian organization in Amsterdam: "You are to be released." Hearing that, the terrorists told the captain to land at Benghazi...