Word: whore
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...success it may have trained its sights upon, the film seems to depend heavily on audience gullibility vis a vis "art at the movies" built up by the new media hypes. Sleuth. Anthony Shaffer's Tony Award-winner directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz, in his own words "the oldest whore in the business," starring Laurence Olivier and Michael Caine. It is an actor's movie. A highly crafted mystery of a movie whose lesson seems to be that crime doesn't pay. Garden Cinema...
...Lion's progress across the country is not so much geographical as spiritual. Max likes to whore and brawl; Lion favors the easy approach: he sees himself as a scarecrow. "Those crows don't bother the field because they're scared of the scarecrow." Lion tries to live a life of casual but crafty comedy. Max is skeptical, reminding Lion that "you're not playing with a full deck. You've got one foot in the great beyond...
...Hotel Baltimore, and the wreckers' ball awaits this seedy relic of past elegance. The lobby is a kind of limbo where the remaining tenants relate or display their past falls from grace. In The Time of Your Life, Saroyan gave us one whore with a heart of gold, the luminous Kitty Duval. Wilson is no piker. He gives us three: Martha (Trish Hawkins), April (Conchata Ferrell) and Suzy (Stephanie Gordon). Martha is a lost, innocent child, April her caustic Eve Arden-type sidekick, and Suzy the dumb one. It testifies to the durability of the goodhearted-prostitute cliche that...
...cameraman she loved before she even met Danny. After another series of extra and marital mishaps, including screwing two other men's wives (one of them that of his best friend), Danny gets roughed up by cops on the Mexican border, emotionally salved by a Mexican whore, and peyoted by a kindly gas station attendant. At that point, in the midst of an hallucinogenic trip, the novel ends...
...worse than the whore's mouth now. The once unawakened young girl, now frightened by the nightmare of her world, aware. The outcast but indispensable woman, the constant worker. Her mouth. When most of the world has fallen into soft sleep, wrapped in that vague warmth of loved ones, or familiar loneliness, or expensive compromise; this mouth, the whore's mouth sucks again on the lipstick reddened cigarette, and begins to harden. The lips unspeaking cry 'fuck you too'. To the ever demanding flaccid phallus, and the rain of sterility...