Word: whiplashes
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...Rocky Marciano, 45, the "Brockton Blockbuster," former world heavyweight champion and one of the prize ring's alltime greats; in the crash of a light plane; near Des Moines. The son of a Brockton, Mass., factory worker, Marciano wanted to be a professional baseball player but lacked the whiplash arm for that game. His chunky muscles were perfect for boxing, though, and what he lacked in finesse he more than made up in battering-ram power. After turning pro in 1947, he piled up 42 straight victories, most of them by knockouts, before earning a title bout with Champion...
...often a deplorable character, a petulant, scheming, vainglorious seeker of fame with the divine arrogance of one who declares that "he who is not with me is against me." He was also a collector of injustices; anyone who offended him but once was sure to feel the whiplash of his five-foot line. Those were the days before words went soggy in a Sargasso Sea of print. Men wielded words as deadly weapons, names had magical significance, and a barbed line could not be lightly shaken off by the hooked fish...
...tries to steal Ruby's sweetheart, the warm-hearted floozy who befriends her, the gruff, tough director who puts her on at the last minute with those classic words: "It's a chance in a million, but it just might work." Everything else is there too-the whiplash body English and frenetic tap routines, the hard-times songs about riches-to-rags and good-times-acomin', the Spanish-town song ("Do you remember those nights of splendor"), the train song ("Clickity-clackity-woo-woo") and the rain song ("Pitter-patter-what's-the-matter...
Along the journey to nowhere, Sellers displays a few glimmers of the comic genius that once made him seem like a chip off the old Chaplin, notably in a hilarious Spanish-Yiddish-English brouhaha involving his mother and eleven Mexican whiplash-injury clients. But most of the time, the movie reduces him to elephantine gestures and TV-sized jokes. As he runs into the fadeout, a passing hippie asks him where he is going. "I don't know," Sellers answers. "There must be someplace." The line sums up both this meandering movie and the flickering career of a gifted...
...search of a visual mode for its subject, West German animator Heinz Edelmann furiously ransacks the past. From the mannerists, he borrows "shot colors" -red blending into orange, blue fading into green. He employs the whiplash and the curvilinear strokes of art nouveau. He features the upholstered monsters of comic strips, the impudent whimsy of Dada, the vibrating poster art of Peter Max. The eclecticism almost becomes a style of its own, and occasionally it is effective, as in Eleanor Rigby when "all the lonely people" appear as gritty newsreel figures who float by each other in a surrealistic frieze...