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...productions of The Indian Wants the Bronx and Fool for Love have been jointly billed as "Cowboys and Indians," but add up to more than a Western flick. Both plays examine people who are trapped--Israel Horovitz's Indian depicts aimless juvenile delinquents who feel cornered by society, while Sam Shepard's Fool for Love examines lovers who cannot escape their incestuous relationship...
...action, the theory goes, and action -- aggression, propulsion, flying higher, shooting quicker, thinking with your fists -- is a male franchise. Women are supposed to go off in a corner and . . . nurture something. This is the traditional take, anyway, and it signals the vacuity of modern commercial films: endless, aimless variations on the old western climax of the white hat fighting the black hat while the crinolined heroine twitters and screams...
...emotional, distinctly Southern, emptiness and dissatisfaction are the strong points of The Best There Ever Was. Unfortunately, the novel is chiefly about these feelings and not about novelistic progress. Bradley does not take us anywhere. We are left lingering in Gravely's depressing town. It is more an aimless series of incidents, each of which emits these tones...
Since he eighty-sixed 007 almost two decades ago (with one aimless visit home in 1983 for Never Say Never Again), Connery has mothballed his toupee and gained a twilight twinkle. He is the movies' sexiest, most majestic older star. And yet at 58 Connery was thought too young to play Indy's father, who was originally conceived as a crotchety gent like On Golden Pond's Henry Fonda. It was Spielberg's idea to cast Connery, a decision that illuminated the film and its filming. "When Sean and Harrison arrived on the set," Spielberg recalls, "everyone got quiet...
Madness descended. Motorcycle cops jumped curbs, machines roaring over the grass in a ballet of aimless panic. The crowd on the grassy knoll looked like it had been swept with a giant scythe. The street was empty, a stark, lifeless slab of concrete that smelled of disaster. Kennedy's motorcade had been chopped in two like a luckless centipede, the front end blown to God knew where, the rear end writhing and thrashing...