Word: thugs
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...director Marc Levin's bifocal vision, Ray is a thug and a saint: he sells weed to the locals and buys ice cream for the neighborhood kids. Of course Ray will be nabbed, for a minor crime, and sent to the rathole of a D.C. jail. Another new guy, a rich Asian American (Beau Sia, scary and very funny), is so sure he'll be sprung that he spits wild invective at the screws. But Ray knows not to mouth off. Jail for him is a familiar horror: school with the toughest students and faculty...
...devious Triad crime that challenges Murtaugh and Riggs so is, happily, exceptionally amenable to pyrotechnical screen displays. The film delivers all the broken glass and gas explosions your heart could desire. Action sequences max out on adrenaline, like one on the freeway where Riggs fights a thug in a moving prefab home, gets dragged behind an oblivious truck and then manages to jump back into the waiting car of Murtaugh, who promptly drives through a glass-walled building. Orange fireballs are more common than not on these streets of LA, and there is no fun in arresting someone...
...Lens itself (population: 30,000) is certainly taking the threat of thug war extremely seriously. Pubs and supermarkets in this little mining town have already shut down on the advice of its mayor. "Better a town dead for a day or two than a town destroyed," one barman told reporters. So will the hooligans leave their murderous mark on the World Cup once again? "Hopefully, it'll be an anticlimax," says TIME correspondent Wendy Steavenson, who will be at the match. "The lesson of Toulouse" -- where England played its last game -- "is that a blanket alcohol ban helps defuse violence...
Pops. Sweet Papa Dip. Satchmo. He had perfect pitch and perfect rhythm. His improvised melodies and singing could be as lofty as a moon flight or as low-down as the blood drops of a street thug dying in the gutter. Like most of the great innovators in jazz, he was a small man. But the extent of his influence across jazz, across American music and around the world has such continuing stature that he is one of the few who can easily be mentioned with Stravinsky, Picasso and Joyce. His life was the embodiment of one who moves from...
...circling, vulture-like, in clear anticipation of his passing. At this point any recounting of his accomplishments--his unassailable greatness as a singer, his somewhat more assailable greatness as an actor, his impeccable taste as a curator of the great American songbook, his ancillary talents as both philanthropist and thug, his status as a totem of midcentury masculinity--inevitably takes on a dutiful, ritualistic air. So what better way to breathe a little life into the process than with an insult...