It is lunch hour in Hollywood, and Michael J. Fox decides he has time for a quick trip home to visit his dogs. Leaving the set of NBC’s Family Ties, he slips behind the wheel of the black Ferrari parked in the Paramount Pictures lot. The car is new but already looks lived in, with a veil of cigarette ash scattered across the transmission console.
There is something about extravaganzas like world fairs and Olympic games that induce, in the closed realm of the visual arts, a condition akin to crisis. The reason lies less in the nature of the events themselves than in the pressure they put on visual artists to perform publicly.By GEOFFREY JAMES5 min
The affair had begun with revelations about a mysterious land transaction in Quebec. On Jan. 18 Prime Minister Brian Mulroney asked for the resignation of junior transport minister André Bissonnette following disclosures that Oerlikon Aerospace Inc., a Canadian subsidiary of a Swiss arms manufacturer, had paid an inflated price for a 100-acre plot in Bissonnette’s Quebec riding.
Wednesday: Paramount Pictures Corp. is the only major studio lot left in the district officially defined as Hollywood. “Park your car beside the blue sky,” orders the guard at the studio gate. The “sky,” it turns out, is a giant blue-painted backdrop, erected to provide movie cameras with an illusion of wide-open spaces.
Maclean’s: What was your first impression of China? Ustinov: I knew that it was developing very fast and I jokingly told a Chinese official that one of my ambitions was to get to Tibet before there was a Hilton Lhasa. He said, “You better hurry.”
It began quite innocently. Thinking ahead two years to his role as host of the 1987 National Hockey League all-star game, Quebec Nordiques president Marcel Aubut decided to do “something different, something special.” Prime Minister Brian Mulroney and President Ronald Reagan had just concluded their 1985 Shamrock Summit in Quebec City.
The Iranian soldiers had just finished their morning prayers when one of their Revolutionary Guard commanders, Mohammed Ali Hosemi, pulled out a wall-sized map of the marshland battlefield east of Basra. “The enemy tried to keep the water level in the marshes so high that we could not invade,” said Hosemi, sheltering with reporters in an underground bunker a few kilometres from the war front.
The best thing about London, the finest town in the world, is that nothing ever changes. All around us —everywhere —is flux, shock and sensation, horror, new outrage and eye-popping headlines. London is consoling balm for the soul, a shot of Valium for the ulcer of the mind—simply because it is always the same.By Allan Fotheringham4 min
On a deserted stretch of beach near the tiny Bahamian hamlet of Spanish Wells, frothy waves steadily curl over the shoreline. An abandoned plane lies half-buried in the sand—left, according to the local people, by drug smugglers after they loaded their South American cargo onto boats bound for the United States.By BEVERLEY KAGAYAMA6 min
Tom Hockin, the Ottawa minister in charge of reordering financial institutions, recently proposed that Canada’s Big Five chartered banks be given the right not only to handle money but virtually to print it, by removing existing limits to their already-rampant growth.By Peter C. Newman4 min
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