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...gray eyes with black pupils seem fixed and furious. A dry, cool skin of interlocking gray-and-brown diamond pattern leads to a pyramid of hard keratin nubs, acquired at the tail after successive moltings. The ceaseless, disturbed rattling of so many snakes together is like the sound of bacon frying in a hundred skillets...
Half of Aria's episodes can be considered briefly and passed over, like the bacon bits at a sumptuous salad bar. The connecting sequence, by Bill Bryden, takes way too long to let John Hurt dress up as Pagliaccio. Charles Sturridge's essay for La Forza del Destino -- an urban mural of children's faces -- is all dour style, a Bugsy Malone in Nighttown. The Bruce Beresford segment, from Erich Korngold's Die tote Stadt, is content to watch two young people disrobe in an English mansion. Robert Altman had the inspiration to show a restless 17th century audience...
...many ways his movie is the most conventional of the lot. Chance does not place an infant on the suburban doorstep of Jake Briggs (Kevin Bacon). His wife Kristy (Elizabeth McGovern), goaded on by her folks and his, makes him work embarrassingly hard at producing an offspring -- all to help her fulfill her motherly instincts (Jake has a not too hilarious problem with his sperm count). But having been, at best, an ambivalent bridegroom (goodbye novel writing, hello advertising; goodbye sex as sport, hello sex as duty, with Chain Gang for scoring), he has an underdeveloped feeling for fatherhood...
...like James Stewart and Carole Lombard wrestling with it in black and white, with more charming indirection and a lot less self-pity than the new crowd manages. Part of the problem with She's Having a Baby is the lack of old-fashioned grace in its leading performances. Bacon has yet to mature as a comic actor; he is still just a bouncing boy. It is impossible to take his grownup ambitions, therefore the subject of the movie, seriously enough to laugh at very much. McGovern, by contrast, is all pouts and whines; one could not blame her spouse...
...their full, frightening shallowness. There is Peter Fallow, the British journalist/alcoholic in search of the big story that will pay for his drinking bouts. And Larry Kramer, the disillusioned Bronx assistant district attorney, hoping always for the big case that will earn him a promotion. And finally the Reverend Bacon, a Black Machiavelli who barters racial fury for craven ends...