Word: bucks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Move Theater. We have the again chantuese "who during the Eisenhower Administration never once saw daylight," the young star, the happy go lucky group of kids who are down on their luck but gotta lot of heart, and best of all, the cynical, street-wise, cliche-spouting Bogart-clone, Buck Holden, who smokes a cigarette like it's part of his lip. Imagine--in those days they didn't even know about emphysema...
There's token rock and roll number, and one hilarious swipe at the last gasp of the Golden Age of Hollywood, as Buck and his singing group, the High Hopes, don spangled over-alls for "Put the Blame on Mamie (She Painted the White House Pink)" from the smash film that should've been, The Mamie Eisenhower Story.But the show never strays too far from its home, the nite-club, where "Song-stylists" moan torch songs and members of a capella groups strive, in the true spirit of the age, to be utterly indistinguishable from each other...
...approach. The French filmmaker Jean-Luc Godard once wrote that when a good film is also a popular film, it is because of a misunderstanding. Platoon could very well be misunderstood into superhit status. The army of Rambomaniacs will love the picture because it delivers more bang for the buck; all those yellow folks blow up real good. Aging lefties can see the film as a demonstration of war's inhuman futility. Graybeards on the right may call it a tribute to our fighting men, in whatever foreign adventure. The intelligentsia can credit Platoon with expressing, in bold cinematic strokes...
...problem will be to discern who is obeying the rules. When passenger safety vs. profits is involved, these are questions of conscience." One pilot, speaking anonymously, sums up what he perceives as the all too common attitude in airline executive suites: "It's a business. Make the buck and take the chance...
...comically, as Gregory Mcdonald, Edgar winner and former arts and humanities editor of the Boston Globe, in his series about the impertinent Fletch, a man who breaks all the conventions. Fletch is young and handsome, not paunchy and timeworn; he is ethically shady and quick to grab a buck, not a tattered idealist clinging to principle; he is snippy not only to those in authority but also to working people and the down and out. Fletch, Too (Warner; 249 pages; $15.95) is Mcdonald's ninth and & allegedly last book about this scamp, although only the second in the chronology...