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From the air, the ice looks like a blotchy suburban sprawl, etched in shades of caramel and cream, blue and black. Borgert peers down trying to gauge the ice's age, its strength and its intentions. "That blue ice," he chuckles, "that's harder than a whore's heart, boy." The shore ice floats past Barrow faster than a man can trot, and the pack can press ridges and hummocks 70 ft. high. Says he: "If you want to see something that scares the hell out of you, it's mobile ice moving at four...
...assembling this multilayered meditation on the blurring lines that connect actor, character and audience. But the creation might have remained stillborn without the contribution of Meryl Streep. This Sarah, this Anna, this warring family of sirens demands an incandescent star. With this performance, Streep proves she is both. Virgin, whore, woman, actress, she provides the happy ending to The French Lieutenant's Woman and new life to a cinema starved for shining stars...
...survey each watched 12 to 16 hours of prime-time TV this spring. According to Wildmon, they were instructed on how to record the frequency of "sexually suggestive comments, inside or outside marriage," of profanity such as "God," "hell" and "damn," of crude language such as "crap," "horny" and "whore," and of incidents of violence, which was defined as "attempts to do bodily harm to a person." Judgments were necessarily subjective. An objectionable "sexual-intercourse scene" occurred whenever the monitor was "left with the opinion that sexual intercourse occurred," on screen or off, inside or outside marriage. Monitors were instructed...
...face, but they don't believe that she does since "Yallas don't come to being black natural-like. They have to choose it and most don't choose it." She is a vicious thorn piercing Black men's imaginations, a "tar baby side-of-the-road whore trap...
...throwing each other over, punching each other up, selling each other out. Elvis Costello has played a lot of clubs these last few years; after an angry, violent American tour, morsels of America sizzled in his brainpan, and in Get Happy!! Elvis thrust his middle finger up her dumb whore B-Movie hole, the music as hyper-energized, as fractious and scrappy as the country itself. It was a smashing, reverberating disc that some of us thought would go through the roof critically and commercially. Alas. audiences and rock critics can't digest so much. They prefer two-or-three...