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...entirely right. Three Days seems to be saying that the C.I.A. is like a big anonymous corporation in which pawns get knocked off in the senseless palace intrigues of the bigshots. Redford's one major policy statement at the end of the film is designed to make us cheer the idea of the small man fighting the bureaucracy, only instead of the harried housewife trying to get the phone company to correct a billing error, this is blood 'n' guts stuff. It doesn't work. The C.I.A. is doing its job in this film, and ther heroes--Redford...
Henry Ford II came with 246 others for Henry Kissinger's lunch in his eighth-floor salon. The auto prince smiled and burbled with cheer as he was plucked from his assigned place at one of the lesser tables and put at the head table to fill a vacancy. His handsome wife moved from friend to friend with smiles and short, warm busses...
...drawn near-capacity crowds to Fenway throughout the 1975 season, but never such an elegant one as this. During the tense pennant drive, faithful, supportive crowds had come to cheer, fans who cared but didn't take themselves too seriously, good-natured, relaxed rooters. Beer-drinking bleacher sitters; dope-smoking ex-Mets fans; Cub Scout packs from Nashua, New Hampshire; families up from Providence in overloaded Country Squires. A fair mixture of ages and ethnicities had come to Fenway during the summer...
Thirty yards behind McInally, the field was full of people, but none seemed to notice him. They were watching Radcliffe field hockey, or next to it, Harvard rugby. Occasionally a huge cheer would go up. The Harvard and Dartmouth bands were on faraway fields practicing their halftime shows, and McInally could hear the music as he kicked. It was only a couple of hours before game time. Tailgaters with picnic spreads were arriving, and McInally knew that inside Dillon Field House, the football team would soon be showering and dressing, getting tape applied, getting ready...
When the Sox finally arrived just after 1 p.m., Timilty had moved on, but the thousands who remained broke into a sustained cheer. The noise grew louder as southpaw Bill Lee stepped forward, his Sox cap on backwards, his chin hidden by beard stubble, and raised a two-finger victory salute. Then Lee stepped back...