Word: dragging
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Boston trial is expected to drag on for several weeks, despite 85-year-old Judge Francis J. W. Ford's warnings to "get on with it." In another draft-related case, a Baltimore district court last week sentenced two pacifists to six years in federal prison and a third to three years for pouring duck blood on draft-board records. One of those sentenced to a six-year stretch was the Rev. Philip F. Berrigan, 44, a Roman Catholic priest...
...hunt drag...
...loooo, my dear friends," flutes the voice. Blowing kisses, fluttering his large, bony fingers and rolling his eyes, Tiny Tim skips onstage like Bea Lillie in drag: shoulder-length locks, tattersall sports jacket decorated with a sheriff's badge, plaid shirt and orange socks. He always carries a copy of the New Testament and lugs a soiled brown shop ping bag in which he always keeps such talismans as a dime-store compact (he uses pale Elizabeth Arden foundation makeup), two notebooks containing the lyrics of 500 songs, and, of course, his "dear, sweet" ukulele...
...opens with a slow, evocative long shot of an open coach moving through the autumn leaves along the driveway of an estate. In the back sits Severine (Catherine Deneuve) and her husband Pierre (Jean Sorel). They exchange affectionate pleasantries. Abruptly he orders the landau stopped; the coachman and footman drag Severine screaming through the woods, strip her half-naked, string her up to a tree and whip her. Suddenly the scene shifts and she is in her bed, chaste and composed. "What are you thinking about?" asks Pierre. "About us," she says. "We were in a coach...
...less a Caliban. Yet though he misses much of the humor in Shylock. Buchwald's creation will be a tough one to forget. Wringing his hands and shakily glancing over his sagging shoulder, he fails to miss a physical or vocal nuance for his chosen portrayal. His feet drag, his voice rasps and clutches, even his eyes seem to sweat. The line between patheticness and soapiness is a thin one, but Buchwald keeps to the right territory...