Word: weir
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...chairman of Cleveland Trust, Brock Weir, denies the mayor's account of their meeting. But minutes of a Cleveland Trust meeting the same day also suggest the sale of Muny Light was a condition for renewing the city's notes. At a hearing held by a House Banking Subcommittee, Weir conceded Cleveland Trust's lending policies toward the city under Kucinich differed from those applied under his predecessor, Perk. Weir attributed the difference to Kucinich's rudeness; in particular, he mentioned the mayor's public characterization of him as a "blood-sucking vampire...
...While Weir may not count himself a Dracula, his remarks demonstrate how much influence the private feelings of a powerful few can have over a city's lifeblood. Revealing how the city is run by "an unelected corporate shadow government" is a matter of duty for Kucinich. His targets react by branding him "Dennis the Menace," an enemy of the people. With the fervor of an Ibsen protagonist, he says, "We're going to keep exposing these liars, these crooks, who masquerade as good, upstanding citizens of the community but are morally rotten." Unlike most, this advocate of economic democracy...
...Braintree, Mass., Sunoco Station Manager Bruce Weir was laboring over his books at 6:15 a.m. "I saw a fellow pull up to the pump in a late model Chevy Malibu and I went out and knocked at the window and I said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell gas till 7.' I started back and got two steps from the door when I felt a big bang on my left leg. I grabbed my leg. Below me was a bottle of Heineken's, half full. Now I walk backwards...
Picnic At Hanging Rock. Peter Weir's metaphysical mystery about the disappearance of several adolescent girls from a Victorian boarding school is often hilariously overdone, but the subject is eerie and the idea has potential...
...beginning is obvious but fun. There is no doubt as to what happens to the girls, but there follows more than an hour of ponderous, redundant "evidence," the result of an Agatha Christie-type structure which, Weir irritatingly enough, never fulfills. Weir may be an artist--he certainly makes films that proclaim their profundity--but he seems grounded in camp, and the movie stays shallow...