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...John Carpenter's script) cuts to a close-up of the needle sliding through the jelly all the way to the back of the skull. Then he drops the nurse in a heap. The men are dispatched quickly and unceremoniously, but Rosenthal lingers on the women to the last twitch and beyond. About time...

Author: By David B. Edelstern, | Title: More Merriment | 11/25/1981 | See Source »

...after the whole species. But, as I understand it, they're all closely related anyway. Apparently someone associated with the Patriots' Pin-ups, or whatever they call that twitch team out at Foxboro, helped Harvard's corps get organized...

Author: By Howard N. Mead, | Title: Sideline Shenanigans | 11/20/1981 | See Source »

...place was the Walt Disney Studio. Members of the young team that drew Mickey, Donald, Pluto, Goofy and the rest of its barnyard denizens were early students of what is now referred to as body language. They understood that, on the screen, action is character, that in the exaggerated twitch of one of their little anthropomorph's bottoms, the stretch of his back or the lift of his ever-scampering feet they could, with fine comic efficiency, show the state of his emotions. The history of animation from the Mouse's introduction in 1928's Steamboat Willie...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The Great Era Of Walt Disney | 7/20/1981 | See Source »

...were no front lines. Reality tended to melt into layers of unknowability. The same person could be a friend and an enemy?the smiling laundress in the morning carried a V.C. satchel charge at night. The enemy might even be a child with a basket. The ambiguity made Americans twitch. "My Lai?" says Larry Mitchell. "There were lots of My Lais...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Forgotten Warriors | 7/13/1981 | See Source »

Thirty-five yards into the grass the big lion lay, flattened out along the ground. His ears were back and his only movement was a slight twitching up and down of his long, black tail. He had turned at bay as soon as he had reached this cover and he was sick with the wound through his full belly, and weakening with the wound from his lungs that brought a thin foamy red to his mouth each time he breathed. His flanks were wet and hot and flies were on the little openings the solid bullets had made...

Author: By Thomas Hines, | Title: The Green Hills of Manhattan | 7/7/1981 | See Source »

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