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The Decimator

          “Oh,  yes,  it  was,  indeed.  Especially  for  a  great  fan  like  me.
        Anyway, I won’t go into too many details about how I arrived at my
        conclusions—”  a  barely  audible  sigh  escaped  the  lips  of  both
        older  men—“but  I  will  tell  you  now,  so  you  won’t  be  wondering
        why,  that  I  had  to  eliminate  all  your  early  Westerns:  not  enough
        recognition among the eighteen-to-thirty-year-olds, and you looked a
        lot  different  then.  For  similar  reasons  the  rogue  Special  Forces
        commando movies you made in the, uh, twilight of your career were
        ruled out. The foreign adventurism issue has recently been subjected
        to too much controversy and bad press, and might give Kalogeros a
        stick with which to beat you.”
          Crag  Sunderbar  suddenly  felt  suspicious  of  this  glib  disheveled
        researcher. How could the man be an admirer yet deliver so blithely
        such  scathing  and  dismissive  remarks  about  the  canon?  As  far  as
        Sunderbar was concerned, he had never appeared in a role that was
        not all-American, heroic, virtuous to an extreme; and he had never
        made a movie that was not memorable, no matter how many years
        had passed since its release. But Cyril Keller’s next remarks made the
        erstwhile film star forget his animus completely.
          “So we come to the Decimator series, six very popular cops-and-
        robbers  films,  combining  the  purity  and  idealism  of  the  frontier
        Marshall with the hard-nosed worldliness of the secret agent in the
        familiar role of the big-city private eye. Rod Deal, the Decimator, was
        a  character  at  once  perfectly  fitted  to  your  cinematic  persona  and
        totally  embodying  the  unconscious  fantasies  and  social  agendas  of
        lower-middle-class white males; an inspired match of performer and
        audience.  We’ve  checked  the  Nielsen  ratings  on  reruns  and  the
        breakdown  of  videocassette  rentals  by  neighborhood,  and  they
        confirm  this  analysis.  Crag  Sunderbar,  to  many  of  your  potential
        voters,  is  the  Decimator.  The  films,  in  fact,  constitute  a  sort  of
        encyclopedia of images relevant to this campaign: virtually every issue
        can  be  spun  into  an  object  lesson  forcefully  made  in  a  Decimator
        movie. Let’s look at a few clips.”
          Hathaway dimmed the lights from a rheostat set into his desktop.
        He pushed another button and a panel slid up on the wall, exposing a
        large-screen monitor. Keller picked up the remote control proffered


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