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- CINEMA, Page 81Side Trips into Daydream
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- Two films of stage shows by Lily Tomlin and Eric Bogosian provide
- peeks into funny, beautiful and diseased minds
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- By RICHARD CORLISS
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- We all live monologues. These conversations with ourselves
- are the endless, anarchic commentary running in our brains.
- They contain -- just barely -- our rage and desperation. They are
- the rough drafts of spoken discourse, the side trips into
- daydream irrelevancies, the lusts and prejudices left unsaid but
- so deeply felt. Ultimately, our interior monologues amount to a
- lifelong novel in progress, or perhaps the world's windiest
- suicide note. Transcribed, they could tell more about what we are
- than everything we do.
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- They don't get into films much; mainstream movies are
- mostly fists and kisses. But when a monologue works -- directly,
- unmediated by elaborate sets and scripts, with one gifted person
- on a stage -- it can work big. Richard Pryor proved that with
- his first two concert films. He scalded all civilized
- pretensions off his persona and helped audiences laugh and gasp
- at the exposed wound. Eddie Murphy, Bill Cosby and Andrew Dice
- Clay also did monologue movies, but they lacked Pryor's
- life-or-death juice; they were mainly marketing tie-ins to the
- comics' celebrity.
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- Now two wondrous monologists, Lily Tomlin and Eric
- Bogosian, offer movie-goers a peek into beautiful and diseased
- minds. The films, based on stage plays, are a bit more careful,
- more artful, than Pryor's but just as worthy. And just as funny.
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- Onstage, Tomlin's The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life
- in the Universe, written by Jane Wagner, was a solo dazzle and a
- terrific human comedy. Through its dozen or so characters, it
- provided a panoramic 20-year history of American womanhood. The
- heart of the piece is Lyn, earnest careerist-wife-mom,
- exhausted by achieving feminism's goals: "We can have it all.
- We already have it all. We just got it all at once." And the
- narrator is Trudy, bag-lady philosopher: "My mind didn't snap;
- it was tryin' to stretch itself into a new shape."
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- In stretching the play to film size, a few things snap.
- The communal intimacy of live theater, for one; at first the
- piece sounds more like a rant from across the street than like
- the compassionate campfire chat it was. But as Search for Signs
- reaches its climax, artist and author stride over these
- nettles. If this isn't a goose-bump experience for you, you're
- just not sentient.
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- Bogosian's Sex Drugs Rock & Roll, handsomely filmed by
- John McNaughton, is a 10-pack of modular monologues. The
- subjects don't interact with one another; they shout at
- invisible targets. But it's soon manifest that in their common
- rancor, they constitute a lost tribe of American masculinity.
- The street stud, the down-home Don Juan, the vicious
- entertainment lawyer, a couple or three psychopaths -- all plan
- their killer strategies and lullaby themselves with fantasies
- of apocalypse and revenge. Bogosian rarely sentimentalizes his
- creatures or provides the familiar monologue arc of comedy,
- poignancy, comedy. As writer he creates and stands back; as
- actor he inhabits while he satirizes. He implicates himself.
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- The two films display the best acting in current movies --
- volcanic emotions, precisely explored. But their great gift is
- to tell you what folks think when no one is listening. "If they
- ever knew what I was thinkin', man," says one of Bogosian's
- drugged-out misanthropes, "I'd be dead." But these movies know
- that the mysterious mind is where we all live. With acute
- daring, Tomlin and Bogosian say, These people are not other
- people. They're us, inside.
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