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- REVIEWS, Page 79Short Takes
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- CINEMA
- Failing Marx
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- Writer Pat Proft aspires to make silent-movie comedy. The
- first moments of BRAIN DONORS tell you this, with half-a-dozen
- quick, sprightly sight gags. The rest of Proft's script says the
- same thing: the talking isn't nearly so funny. Or perhaps it's
- the delivery. Proft, a longtime toiler in the Zucker brothers'
- Airplane! factory (The Naked Gun, Hot Shots!), has updated A
- Night at the Opera, this time with the anarchic philistinism
- demolishing a ballet company. But director Dennis Dugan's zanies
- -- John Turturro, Bob Nelson, Mel Smith -- can't enunciate, and
- their playing is way too broad; they must think the Marx
- brothers were Moe, Larry and Curly. Maybe farce always wears out
- its audience, but it shouldn't wear out its welcome. When
- Turturro tells some swells, "I bid you all a fond-ue," you may
- say, "Fond-ue to you too."
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- TELEVISION
- A Survivor's Tale
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- Anyone who has seen THE PLAYER knows how screenwriters are
- usually treated in Hollywood: either they're laughed off or
- they're bumped off. PBS'S AMERICAN MASTERS series makes a case
- for respect this week with Waldo Salt: A Screenwriter's
- Journey, a lovely tribute to a Hollywood survivor. Salt had
- penned several successful films in the 1930s and '40s (The
- Shopworn Angel) when he was forced into exile by the blacklist.
- The script assignments eventually returned, but his talent
- didn't: his name first reappeared on dogs like Taras Bulba. But
- Salt made a comeback with his powerful screenplay for Midnight
- Cowboy, followed by Serpico and Coming Home. Nice work, nice
- guy.
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- MUSIC
- Nabobs of Nihilism
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- Like a deadbeat who comes to the party but refuses to have
- fun, Robert Smith, lead singer of the CURE, knows the seductive
- power of denial. Drifting over dirgelike beats and churning
- guitars, Smith's alienated lyrics and choked-up vocals have
- helped make the Cure the most accomplished and popular purveyors
- of British Mope Rock. On Wish, album No. 12, the band continues
- to fuse harmonic innovation with New Wave nihilism. Smith allows
- himself fleeting moments of optimism, and on one song actually
- uses the word happy. By the time the record closes with End,
- however, he has slipped back into a funk, realizing that "tired
- disguised oblivion is everything I do." Well, except for
- collecting those huge royalty checks.
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- BOOKS
- House Calls
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- The place to murder a woman is in the home. On the day
- after Christmas, when Isabelle Barney looked through the
- peephole of her front door, someone shot her in the eye. A
- considerate death: painless and not much damage to the door. In
- "I" IS FOR INNOCENT (Henry Holt; $18.95), her best-crafted
- alphabetical mystery yet, Sue Grafton sends p.i. Kinsey Millhone
- around the small city of Santa Teresa, Calif., as if her 1974
- VW were the pencil in a follow-the-dots puzzle. Armed with
- matchless powers of observation ("I pictured . . . his nose
- pierced, a tiny ruby sitting on his nostril like a semiprecious
- booger") and a genius for the drudgery of detection, Kinsey
- follows a methodical trail to Isabelle's killer. Waiting in the
- dark, with her Heckler & Koch gun and her Winchester Silvertip
- bullets: that's a home where Kinsey calls the shots.
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- THEATER
- Hollow Victory?
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- If the Japanese lost World War II, why are they able to
- buy real estate and corporations of the former Allies? Was
- victory hollow then? Given the atrocities, is justice being
- confounded now? Those familiar questions were posed anew but not
- answered in SHIMADA, an Australian hit that arrived on Broadway
- last week with a starry cast (Ben Gazzara, Ellen Burstyn,
- Estelle Parsons and Mako) and a gongs-and-samurai dream scape
- production. The plot hinged on hints that a Japanese tycoon who
- bids on a clapped-out bicycle factory may also be the stockade
- guard who tortured its founder (as recalled in gruesome
- flashback). But that identity was never settled. The larger
- debate was too relentlessly evenhanded to change minds, and the
- show closed.
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