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- CINEMA, Page 77Good Golly, Your Majesty
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- King Ralph is a royal romp, but Scenes from a Mall just wanders
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- By RICHARD SCHICKEL
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- Lonely (and billowy) as a cloud, Ralph Jones (John Goodman)
- wanders the halls of Buckingham Palace in his satin Green Bay
- Packers jacket. He has a problem: How can a Las Vegas lounge
- performer master the art of kingship after a rather silly
- accident has wiped out all the more logical candidates for the
- job? Peter O'Toole as Willingham, his private secretary, keeps
- humming a few bars of the right tune. But a regal song is just
- not one Ralph can fake.
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- Prickly as porcupines, Deborah and Nick Fifer (Bette Midler
- and Woody Allen) wander the aisles of a shopping mall that
- probably exceeds Ralph's palace in square footage, confessing
- infidelities and trying to patch up a marriage that only this
- morning looked as solid as the British monarchy. They are
- constantly distracted by the consumerism bustling around them
- and by a mime (Bill Irwin) who is as nosy as he is silent and
- maybe the most amusing thing about the film.
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- Both King Ralph (written and directed by David Ward) and
- Scenes from a Mall (directed by Paul Mazursky from a screenplay
- he wrote with Roger Simon) offer their stars the kind of
- discombobulating contexts their well-established characters
- need to function funnily. But curiously enough, it is the film
- with the more outrageously improbable premise that works best.
- As the man who wouldn't be King if he could help it, Goodman
- redeems what might have been just another high-concept comedy
- for the party of humanity. Despite the fact that they are
- working a much more subtle idea -- an attempt to resolve a
- private crisis in an impersonally public place -- Midler and
- Allen rarely attain believability, let alone sympathy, as the
- troubled pair of getters and spenders.
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- This is partly a matter of image. Goodman has become our
- designated Everyman, a Ralph Kramden for the '90s but without
- the splenetic splutter of Jackie Gleason's immortal creation.
- An intelligence, a sensitivity he can't quite articulate, just
- possibly a slight sadness, lurk behind Goodman's eyes, and they
- ground everything he does in reality. Midler, on the other
- hand, is our great show-biz floozy, and Allen personifies the
- anxious urban intellect. It is hard to insert their screen
- personas into the kind of normal, middle-class lives they are
- supposed to inhabit here. They require highly stylized vehicles
- in order to do their best work. Lacking that, neither they nor
- the audience knows quite what to make of these figures. Are they
- supposed to be the objects of satire or affection?
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- In other words, neither the actors nor Mazursky, whose gift
- for portraying middle-class muddles (Down and Out in Beverly
- Hills) is unquestioned, achieves the kind of confident
- relationship with their material that Goodman and Ward enjoy.
- Goodman is terrific in his big comic set pieces (notably a
- decorum-shattering rendition of Good Golly Miss Molly at a
- royal ball). But even in those he avoids the temptation to
- broad farce. He and Ward trust themselves to go for something
- sweeter and more wistful, the tone of the fabulist, and they
- sustain it with near perfect pitch.
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