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...though the movie pays its respect to romantic detail, it's really just this big cat fight over this man who is decidedly handsome but not convincing enough to be worth fighting over. Apparently, women only shine if men are just not present, because Lange plays a widow and Schaech might as well be dead for all his presence does to move along the plot--though he is cute, so he can stay. But I digress...
Landmark alumnus Walter Plywaski, a Colorado electronics engineer who took on the company after his daughter ran up a $3,000 tab on courses, thinks Erhard is still pulling the strings. Says he: "Erhard is like the Cheshire Cat. He has gone away, but the smile is there, hanging over everything." Rosenberg says his brother is not and never has been involved in Landmark. Steven Pressman, author of a scathing 1993 biography of Erhard, calls that slick corporate maneuvering: "They've gotten out of the yoke of Werner because he became their worst...
DIED. ALBERT LIPPERT, 72, diet-business fat cat who, as a founder of Weight Watchers, turned a flair for business and an expanding girth into a menu for success; in South Africa. While dieting in 1963, Lippert decided to market his regimen, ultimately spawning national franchises, a frozen-food line, and a new obsession with the scale...
Since the first days after the 1991 Gulf War, Iraq has been playing cat and mouse with U.N. investigators charged with finding and destroying the Baghdad regime's chemical, biological and nuclear weapons. Saddam Hussein and his lieutenants have repeatedly lied to and misled members of the U.N. Special Commission, all the while moving records of weapons production and perhaps the weapons themselves from site to site, sometimes one step ahead of UNSCOM teams in hot pursuit. Now it has been disclosed that the effort at concealment was systematic and controlled by top Iraqi officials...
...bank shot and sends the two-ball careening toward the opposite corner of the faded green table. A cigarette-choked cackle from Mike, the manager of the place, rumbles into the small pool room through a slit in the wall of the ajoining snack bar along with screams and cat-calls from the Jerry Springer Show audience. Hazy light sifts in through the spotty second floor windows, but the men inside pay no attention to the day passing them...