Word: turnly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...attempts. As a truly French film, it succeeds where its more recent American counterpart fails. It has a subtly alien feel about it, far from the gawdy costumes and self-consciously clever language of the American version. This sense of slightly perverted reality makes it more seductive and, in turn, more than a witty farce. There is a depth to the characters that makes it truly wicked...
...this possibility remains only that. But it suggests some troubling questions. Why did Giroldi refuse to turn Noriega over to the Americans? Why was the only communication between the conspirators and the U.S. through the wife of one of the plotters? And most importantly, should the U.S. have entrusted American lives and prestige with such an unsavory group...
Wife Nancy continues to make Leona Helmsley seem as good-natured as your Aunt Libby. My Turn, the long awaited tell-nothing autobiography of the woman who "shared a bed with the President" is finally being released. Thank God. I'll need something to tide me over between Roseanne Barr's memoirs and Zsa-Zsa Gabor's sure-to-be-published account of her incarceration...
Mikhael-Ashrawi, in turn, criticized Dayan for her belief in the exclusive importance of political involvement, saying it is ineffective for achieving peace and damaging to women's rights...
...last into the ecology of memory where we also find thousands of other oddments from the time -- John John saluting at the funeral, Jack and Jackie on Cape Cod, who knows? -- bright shards that stimulate old feelings (ghost pangs, ghost tendernesses, wistfulness) but not thought really. The shocks turn into dreams. The memory of such pictures, flipped through like a disordered Rolodex, makes at last a cultural tapestry, an inventory of the kind that brothers and sisters and distant cousins may % rummage through at family reunions, except that the greatest photojournalism has given certain memories the emotional prestige of icons...