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...economy's most disruptive decade since the Great Depression has borne the stagflation contradiction of no growth amid rampaging inflation, the can't do trauma of receding productivity in the nation that was long the world's cornucopia, the reality of an energy shortage in the land of supposedly boundless resources, and the debauch of a dollar that once was "as good as gold...
...last, the story you have been waiting for! About a tough hombre who burst into the world of letters with boundless energy, a hungry heart and a typewriter stuffed with lusty words. He churned out blockbusters like The Carpetbaggers, The Adventurers and The Inheritors, books crammed with characters who caress and curse, curse and caress their way through life. "I'm a people writer," he has explained. And right he is: though critics may jeer his work is "tripe" and "crud," the people have made him a millionaire many times over. A mansion in Beverly Hills! A villa...
Meatballs does at least demonstrate that the success of Animal House was no happy accident. That film's manic vitality and boundless raunchiness are painfully absent here. At its best, Meatballs rises only to the level of TV's now defunct Animal House sitcoms. Through it all, Murray smiles and forges ahead, but his big riffs have been edited down to frantic bursts of mugging. Even worse is the single attempt to capitalize on his personal warmth: an interminable subplot about the friendship between Murray and a shy camper (Chris Makepeace) is so mawkishly presented that it takes...
...favorite color. There is red in the paint freshly applied to the showcase capital, as well as in the cherry and plum trees that fill the parks and line the streets. "Oh, our Pyongyang," sings the chorus in one revolutionary opera. "Beautiful is the red socialist capital. With boundless joy we have come to the Pyongyang we have always longed for. Our leader is here in the revolutionary capital, which is the fountainhead of all our happiness...
Some have called it the "apathetic age," but to accept this is to be blind to boundless activity by innumerable social and political groups. In its farewell issue, New Times depicted this as a "decadent" age; yet the magazine itself, though born out of the sensibilities of the '60s, went out sounding a faintly puritanical note that was proof that not everything had been infected by decadence. American journalism has always been inspired more by the Mafia than by the Gray Ladies. Moreover, it has a recurring weakness for the kind of tunnel vision that imagines a glimpse into...