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...minutes to decide the long-pending case, and when acquittal was an nounced the Geneva courtroom erupted in applause. Then a smiling Bernie Cornfeld, 52, the bearded hustler from Brooklyn who had founded Investors Overseas Services, the bankrupt European-based mutual fund empire, repaired to a near by cafe for a victory celebration. After a four-week trial that even the presiding judge described as a "circus," Cornfeld was declared innocent of charges that he had coerced employees of I.O.S. into buying its stock when he knew his operation was collapsing...
...ballads, always a group specialty, floated free and easy. Songs like The Long Run and The Sad Cafe seemed to sink right into your memory. The current hit single Heartache Tonight, or In the City, a hard dose of metropolitan late nights, or the ironic frat-house rocker The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks sounded rambunctious in a way that is new for the group...
...group, particularly Co-Writers Don Henley and Glenn Frey, have been taking it on the chin for such presumed transgressions as coldness, stylistic calculation and lyrical arrogance. Some of this criticism is justified. The Eagles are a motivating commercial force in rock more than a creative one. The Sad Cafe tries to shape a coda for the '60s by shoring up all the cliches of a generation ("love," "freedom," "amazing grace," "lonely crowd") and firing them off like salvos. The song becomes unwieldy, but its graceful melody rescues it. Henley and Frey have better luck closer to home...
...enters expecting the familiar recorder of a vanished culture, the cafe and boulevard life of the Belle Epoque, the lowlife of the cabarets, the well-known cast of characters-May Milton, La Goulue, Paul Sescau, Jane Avril. One leaves with an impression of precocious modernity, partly because Lautrec's caustic and tender view of the world speaks directly to our culture of narcissism. Lautrec's art was about watching; as Stuckey observes, each figure spins in its own solitude in the midst of the schedules of lust and sociability: "In Lautrec's paintings glances are only seldom...
SLIVERS OF TEXAN LIFE brighten Whorehouse: the cussin' sheriff, the corpulent mayor, the flunky-prostitute-turned-cafe-waitress, the hot-to-trot senator. But the constant shuttle of the various characters onstage adds clutter to an already busy setting. And scriptwriter Larry L. King has no qualms about injecting songs for no reason. There is no reason in Whorehouse. Is there reason in Texas? Is there a reason for Texas...