Word: manning
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Dates: during 1990-1990
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Count on Awakenings, written by Steve Zaillian, to mop up at Oscar- $ nominations time. Any movie about mental disturbance (One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, Rain Man) is likely to touch Academy members, not so much because it treats a serious issue as because it parades the performer's craft. To watch De Niro shrink into the shadow of catatonia is to be made aware of his great gifts of body control, of withdrawing into character, of seeming to be. It's an awesome show that reveals more about De Niro than about the man he is playing. Like...
Actually, Gotti lost frequent clashes with local prosecutors before he rose to Mob stardom. Between 1963 and 1975 he served time for car theft, petty larceny, hijacking and attempted manslaughter. His untouchable reputation ! began in 1986, when a man who had earlier accused Gotti of assaulting and robbing him decided at the trial -- quite prudently -- that he could no longer identify his assailant...
...man in a park in Phoenix showed me how to make a home out of cardboard boxes. Not a home, exactly, but something like a backyard playhouse built by an ingenious child. The cardboard boxes interlocked, and the shelter, secret and cozy, kept out the cold of the Arizona night. The man, named Ernest, had once been an engineer at the Boeing...
...Connecticut man has been convicted of murder. The man argues in his defense that the police made an illegal search of his "home" -- the cardboard boxes he used as a chest of drawers as he sheltered beneath a highway overpass -- in order to get their evidence. Does the Fourth Amendment protect cardboard boxes? What is the legal definition of home? What confers the sanctity of home? A lease or a deed? Four walls? How thick or thin? Must home have doors and locks...
...later years a person sometimes visits his childhood home and circles it with a sort of alienated wonder. Someone else's lights are burning inside upon someone else's Christmas tree, and the child that once lived there is now a stranger in the skin of a middle-aged man. It seems a sort of obscure outrage that the windows and doors are not all open at once, telling stories. The home, like the mind, is a time capsule. Where are the stories and jokes of the house? Its old animation has become a ghost and gone into memory...