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...cigarettes. Fast times and slow dancing. Rebels without cause. Budapest. (Huh?) It would seem that what Jean-Luc Godard called the Coca-Colonization of Europe made an early conquest of Eastern Europe too, worming not just into jeans but into dreams. The ecstasy of fear flashes on a teen-ager's face as he dares to sass a sadistic teacher, and one can trace the punk-heroic contours of James Dean. Seven years after the Soviet-crushed revolution, Hungarian youths want only to escape, if not to America then into its music and attitudes. But escape is an adolescent...
...lucky institution where Shelley Fabares ought to be the homecoming queen and Beaver Cleaver the hall monitor. It serves, however, as the unlikely temple of learning for Matthew Star, who is, literally, a space case. Matt (Peter Barton) is, as the opening narration informs, "a typical American teen-ager." It's just that he also happens to hail from Quadris, a distant planet racked by civil war. He has come to earth to hone his telepathic powers in preparation for the day that he and his guardian (the splendid Louis Gossett Jr.) will return home, unseat the usurpers...
...hiding out in his own Southern California suburb. When he confronts the fugitive, the youth is disappointed by the old man's accent: "It didn't sound . . . well, authentic. Colonel Klink on Hogan's Heroes sounded more like a Nazi than Dussander did." Perhaps a teen-ager might find a TV sitcom more vividly real than a phenome non that predated his birth. But members of his immediate family are judged in the same way: "Dick Bowden, Todd's father, looked remarkably like a movie and TV actor named Lloyd Bochner." When Todd finds himself...
Last month in New York City, a 16-year-old bank robber was dashing down the street clutching a bag of stolen cash when it suddenly exploded, spewing tear gas and splattering the young bandit with red dye. Within minutes the bleary-eyed and brightly marked teen-ager was apprehended. His stickup had been foiled by a tiny package that one bank manager calls "the state of the art in bank security systems...
...father was in partnership with Cosimo Matassa, who owned the only big recording studio in New Orleans. In the '40s they would deliver records to black hotels that had juke boxes in the rooms. My father would give me all the old 78s. When I was a teen-ager he got me a work permit so I could work clubs. He knew I'd sneak out and not go to school anyway. So rather than have me get a prison record, he'd just say, 'Well, go ahead and do it if you're going...