Word: thrillingly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Peter, Kitty does four mid-air spins, a maneuver never tried in competition. "At this level," says their coach, Ron Ludington, "so little separates any of the pairs that something like the quad may be just enough to make the difference." The quad is dangerous, but Kitty craves the thrill. "I love the feeling of being thrown," she says. "It's born into you. If you're afraid, you'll never be able...
American bobsledders, on the other hand, are trying to recapture former glory. Until 1956 the U.S. dominated the sport, with 14 medals. But the Swiss and the East Germans have been masters of the 90-m.p.h., highly technical thrill ride in recent decades. The East Germans now recruit the cream of their summer sprinters for the event's crucial 50-meter running start. The U.S. has moved slowly to catch up. Long controlled by several venerable clubs around Lake Placid, U.S. bobsledding has become parochial and, some critics claim, possibly racist. Efforts to add speedier newcomers have prompted tensions...
...pious as a tot on Santa's knee, straining to prove that it has been a model of decorum all year long, daring to ask for a big shiny Oscar. But with its "entertainment"pictures, Hollywood yearns to play Kriss Kringle, filling every Christmas stocking with a cheap thrill or a giddy giggle. So slapdash are these entertainments that the industry looks to be holding a year-end fire sale, with damaged goods peddled to the holiday crowds. Here and there one can find a pleasant or ambitious film, but none fills the Christmas stocking with delight. Moviegoers...
...indignation over sadistic criminals, liberal judges and guys who put ketchup on hot dogs. For Sudden Impact-Dirty Harry IV, Clint has grown a new worry line: an asp of a blood vessel that snakes across his left temple. Heaven knows he needs it. San Francisco is overrun with thrill-juiced punks and Mafia goons. No sweat, though: Harry has more artillery than the Cubans ever dreamed of stocking on Grenada. Interrupting a stickup in a diner, he aims a Smith & Wesson the size of Mr. T's forearm at an armed robber and grimaces, "Make my day." Then...
...spends most of his time attacking the self-righteous hypocrisy of his foes, with much of the impetus for this feeling of inadequacy-and likely Roth's own self doubt-stemming from a welcome maturity in both character and author. Where once Roth's protagonists enjoyed a vicarious thrill while rebelling against religious and social mores, the rebellion seems to have lost much of its childish force...