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What is more, at a cost of about $1.5 million, he was cheap. As Spielberg points out, Marlon Brando gets about three times as much. And E.T. will earn his keep with the usual spinoffs: candy, dolls, T shirts, an alarm clock, a toy game to be made by Texas Instruments, whose Speak & Spell game is part of the device E.T. makes to re-establish contact with his spaceship. "Phone home," the little lost spaceman learns to say plaintively, and this dictates the single TV commercial that Spielberg will allow him to make. Naturally, it will be for the Bell...
...popularity of actor-writers is as mysterious as other movie trends. Kosinski's explanation is probably as good as any: television talk shows have turned writers into market able stars, recognizable to even the nonliterary. "Our photographs are every where," he maintains. "I have a portfolio that rivals Brando's. I'm routinely stopped by people who say, 'I saw you on a talk show.' I'm known." More modestly he adds: "There are also some people who have read our books who will come to see us out of curiosity...
...lounged around the main street until some boys from the Elks' Lodge poured beer on them from their second-floor meeting room. The infuriated bikers terrorized the town, riding their cycles into bars and through the lobby of the old Hartman Hotel. The tumult inspired a Marlon Brando movie, The Wild...
There Belushi blossomed into an archangel of the grotesque. His face-round and blandly menacing in repose, like a middle-level Mafioso's-could contort into semblances of slashing samurai, killer bees, Joe Cocker or Marlon Brando. Belushi's body, stolid as a '53 Studebaker, could erupt in spasms of grace. As one of the Blues Brothers, the blue-eyed soul group that brought Belushi a platinum record and a big-budget movie, this slab in a black suit would suddenly turn a series of split-second cartwheels, like a hippo Baryshnikov. Belushi was the ideal comic...
...smarts and the go-get-'em will. Her fella, Hank (Frederic Forrest), who works in an automobile graveyard, is just as lackluster. Sitting at the breakfast table with his beer belly peeking through a towel toga, Hank looks like the last of the Caesars-Sid, playing late Brando. The apogée of their romantic arc is long in the past, almost beyond memory. And so, to the cadences of Tom Waits' bluesy songs 'performed by Waits and Crystal Gayle), these restless lovers find spirits to incarnate their once-in-a-nighttime, winnertake-all hopes. For Frannie...