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...Fiasco begins, the old Madonna Street gang, led by Vittorio Gassman, latches onto a big deal in Milan, and Capannelle gets a cut of the caper-probably because he is willing to work for peanuts. Everything that can possibly go wrong, does. At one point, while Capannelle keeps an eye peeled for the polizia, another member of the gang steals a parked car, drives exactly eleven inches, feels a mighty thump, realizes red-faced that one rear wheel is gone-the car was standing on a jack. In the end, Capannelle & Co. cop the swag, a matter of 80 million...
...they be sent home to stand trial as common criminals. If Rojas and his boys had not accomplished all they set out to do-namely, to embarrass Venezuela's President Betancourt into canceling last week's visit to the U.S.-they had at least pulled off a caper that they could chortle over for years...
They gathered at one man's house in October. All 40 of them sensed a kind of electric excitement in the air. It was a big caper, one that demanded meticulous planning...
...card caper is the brain child of a Miami chiropractor, Jerome Harold, 36, now secretary of "the Committee to Warn of the Arrival of Communist Merchandise on the Local Business Scene." Harold organized TCTWOTAOCMOTLBS more than a year ago. "It doesn't make sense to me." says he, "that we should strengthen countries whose leaders have sworn to bury us by buying their products." Actually, the U.S. last year imported $84.6 million in Communist-made goods, but exported $133.4 million in U.S. merchandise to those countries. The U.S. State Department, moreover, condones such trade, argues that...
...comics are in full caper. One baggypants warns the guard of a nuthouse not to send any mail to Washington. "Why not?" asks the guard. "He's dead," replies the overripe banana, skittering into the wings. Seltzer bottles spew, leers are leered, strippers strip and strip. Ann Corio re-creates her "parade strip," fragrant in the memories of generations of Harvard graduates who used to attend her frequent symposia at Boston's Old Howard. When hefty Dolores Du Vaughan* undulates out of her costume and starts to give the proscenium arch the business, there are howls of "More...