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...nasty stretch of the Amazon. One by one, the piranha enter: Poodlehead, a doe-eyed boy who has already submitted two wretched, thinly-veiled masturbation poems; the Prioress, whose presence causes the room temperature to drop five degrees; Quasimodo, Sigmund the Sea Monster, the Village Idiot, the Whore of Babylon, and a host of other low characters...
...month to receive tribute from the Film Society of Lincoln Center, he recalled the spell American movies cast over his provincial Italian boyhood in the 1920s: "I saw that there existed another way of life, a land of wide open spaces and fantastic cities that were a cross between Babylon and Mars. It was especially wonderful to know there was a country where people were free, rich and dancing on the roofs of skyscrapers, and where even a tramp could become President...
...Kooky? Surely, but that's what America is all about in Don DeLillo's White Noise. This book is a paradox: unrelentingly frivolous, its moribund satire of our techno-whizbang pop culture is ultimately depressing. White Noise swirls with the sounds of contemporary life--televisions, radios, appliances, sirens. The Babylon inhabited by DeLillo's samaritans is awash in information, sensation, and objects of diversion but everyone's so numb they don't mind, and they adopt a fusty capitalist attitude respecting their decadence. As one character earnestly asserts. "It makes you proud to be an American: we still lead...
...moral anarchy. No such luck in My Best Friend's Girl (La Femme de Mon Pole), an "adult" triangle about a sad-sack disc jockey and a tall, dark and blandsome shop owner both in love with a woman Unworthy of Their Affections. Outfitted in Whore of Babylon red slips and pumps, Huppert is fetching - surprisingly so, considering she has no character to play, only an atti tude. As for Blier, his wry French spirit is enervated here. Ooh la la has given way to hélas! -By Richard Corliss
...riot of evocative colors: gold (for money), white (cocaine), red (blood) and black (death). As Tony vaults up the ladder of excess, his bad taste escalates as well. He trades in his yellow Caddy with the tiger-skin upholstery for a $43,000 gray Porsche. His favorite hangout, the Babylon nightclub, is a gaudy Erechtheum stocked with black Naugahyde banquettes, pink and blue ribbons of neon, black-marble toilet stalls, and mirrors, mirrors everywhere. The mansion of Tony's dreams boasts an Olympic-size bathtub; in the foyer, statues of the Three Graces support a huge gold globe bearing...