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Genius, so much fiction tells us, is the flip side of madness. In this busy, woozy thriller, a psychotic park dweller known as the Caveman (Samuel L. Jackson) is afflicted with "brain typhoons" and visions of "moth-seraphs." That gives him just the intuition needed to sleuth out a murder case involving a chic photographer (Colm Feore) of the Mapplethorpe stripe. The Caveman has lapses of logic, but fewer than you will find in George Dawes Green's improbable script. Despite Jackson's typically bravura turn, this Valentine massacre marks a step backward for the gifted director...
...seems as if every six months there's a new crop of diet books peddling a new weight-loss gimmick. The latest are the so-called Pleistocene diets that exhort us to eat as a caveman (or woman) did in order to live a long and healthy life. The idea is that humans didn't evolve on French fries and ice cream. Instead, survival during our formative years was fueled by eating more meat, which allowed our early ancestors' brains to get bigger than those of other primates. So forget the pasta, and load up on roast beef, these books...
Those who disdain the Californification of the nation?s menus in recent years will be relieved. The President-elect is on record as citing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches among his favorite foods. He will also bring about a return to the manly caveman tradition of hunting down your own food. For the record, Bush likes the doves he has shot grilled with bacon and jalapenos. And he eats them two at a time. No Lonesome Doves on Dubya?s platter...
...gentlest of pokes. "We as a nation can't afford to make Barney Rubble investments in a George Jetson world," Joe Lieberman said last week. But this oblique comparison between George Bush and a cartoon caveman was too much for Bush to let slide. "Americans," he huffed in response, "are tired of the name calling...
...theme park. He and Janet, his cavewoman partner, are supposed to perform daily Stone Age tasks--cooking a goat, working on pictographs, grabbing and pretending to eat insects--for the benefit of spectators, but hardly anyone comes by to observe them anymore. The fax machine in the caveman's private quarters spits out ominous messages from the park management: "Those of you who have no need to be worried should not in the least be worried. As for those who should be worried, it's a little late to start worrying now, you should have started months...