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...Cambridge. 497-0576. Downstairs: Bliss Factory on Thursday, Nov. 11. Concussion Ensemble on Friday, Nov. 12. Luna on Saturday, Nov. 13. The Boo Radleys on Sunday, Nov. 14. Grateful Dead's Robert Hunter on Tuesday, Nov. 16. Unrest on Wednesday, Nov. 17. Upstairs: 6L6 on Thursday, Nov. 11. Groove Butcher on Friday, Nov. 12. Majesty Crush on Saturday, Nov. 13. James Hall on Sunday, Nov. 14. Church of the Sub Genius on Tuesday...
...once again time to tune in and listen to Bob Cousy butcher the English language--but in a lovely, Bostonian way. It was time to watch Larry step back and drill the three. Or it was time to stare in amazement as McHale used and abused some over-priced, over-rated rookie in the low post...
...story opens in a New York City heat wave as Joseph Santangelo (Vincent D'Onofrio), a butcher, wins his wife in a pinochle game with her father. The father bets his daughter's hand; Joseph bets a cold blast of air from his meat locker. After a small protest, Catherine Falconetti (Tracey Ullman, the overblown British comedienne) marries him, becomes pregnant, and falls victim to her haggard mother-in-law's Old World superstitions. Her first miscarried child seems to possess a chicken's wings. Why? Because she walked into the butcher's shop while Joseph slaughtered a turkey...
This is, of course, all very subtle, and one has difficulty overlooking Tracey Ullman's coarse performance as an Italian-American butcher's wife. Aside from the fact that she looks like a man in a bad wig, she struggles to conceal her cockney accent and is inexpressive at best. Lili Taylor as Teresa tries too hard to convey a lowly monastic plainness, ending up as flat as Ullman. Judith Malina plays the matriarch Carmela as charmingly as an unfed pit-bull...
...Household Saints" starts by revealing the small goings-on in a caricatured Little Italy with charming, trenchant detail. A butcher's son, in an agonizing move, bets his only ticket to the Met in a pinochle game with his friends; old women squeeze large, ripe eggplant, and tell tall tales of how they made soup out of clam shells stolen from the back door of a seafood restaurant; a sausage-maker chants an ancient rhyming Italian recipe while she kneads meat. From here, reality glides quickly away with no emerging theme to fill the void, and the movie, like Teresa...