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- <title>
- Nov. 22, 1993: The Arts & Media:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Nov. 22, 1993 Where is The Great American Job?
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 78
- Cinema
- Ghost Story
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- <body>
- <p>Now death means always having to say you're sorry
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> Movies have always tried to teach the audience lessons: how
- to live more adventurously, love more expertly, blow things
- up more noisily. And every now and then, die more beautifully.
- This holiday season, mortality is much on the minds of ambitious
- filmmakers. Grim Death will be gargling in dramas about AIDS
- (Philadelphia), the Nazi Holocaust (Schindler's List), Vietnam
- (Heaven and Earth) and plain old age (Wrestling Ernest Hemingway).
- It's apt that the Cardiac Pack is led by My Life, for its writer-director
- is Bruce Joel Rubin, screenwriter for the postmortem love story
- Ghost and the death-throe fantasy Jacob's Ladder--the Jack
- Kevorkian of '90s Hollywood.
- </p>
- <p> Like all of us, Bob Jones (Michael Keaton) has a death sentence
- hanging over him. But the clock is ticking faster for Bob: his
- kidney cancer has spread to his lungs and brain. Nothing can
- save him, not his youth, his cushy show-biz job, his loving
- wife (Nicole Kidman) or the child she carries inside her. Nor
- is he comforted by memories of a childhood disconnected from
- his working-class parents. So Bob decides to videotape a few
- remarks to his son-to-be.
- </p>
- <p> Videotape as a kind of immortality: how sweet, how narcissistic,
- how '90s this notion is. So is this glossy, well-acted movie
- about a very privileged victim. Because Bob has no problems
- with money, work, a restless wife or unruly kids, he can spend
- his time in crash-course therapy, discovering that, yes, his
- parents really did love him. Moviegoers in dead-end jobs and
- edgy relationships will wish they could live half as glamorously
- as Bob Jones dies. This is Final Exit, Hollywood-style: death
- warmed over.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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