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...million light-years from home. His face looks like a cross between Carl Sandburg and a Galapagos turtle. He snacks on Reese's Pieces, and after a hard day he enjoys relaxing in front of the TV with a few cans of Coors. He walks like Charlie Chaplin in slow motion and, when excited, breathes like an asthmatic piglet. He wants nothing more in this world than a faithful pal, unless it is to return to his out-of-this-world home. Cynics will insist he is made of aluminum, E.T. steel, fiber glass, polyurethane and foam rubber, but this...
Allen did try-eight times, from Play It Again Sam to Manhattan-to the kind of crescendoing acclaim that might sound monotonous to an ambitious artist. Like Chaplin after The Great Dictator, Allen may have felt he had outgrown both the comic character he created and inhabited and the kind of movie his audience expected of him. And so Allen has pulled his persona out of shape, stretching the sad-clown face to accommodate loftier musings. In reaction, moviegoers have pulled back: a Woody Allen movie is not the purring money machine it used...
...slab, waiting to fall. There is a hole in the building where the garage was; it gives the place the look of an ancient cave. In the rubble a bashed-in Mercedes, a book on the coronation of Queen Elizabeth, a pair of black shoes lying in the Charlie Chaplin position. The air is thick with dust and decay. There is so much glass on the ground, each step sounds like an army...
...Charlie Chaplin once," he says, standing in front of the Garden Court. "He was just walking down Hollywood Boulevard. And I saw Joan Blondell coming out of one of those fancy shops. I was at the age when I was sort of movie-struck, you know. I was collecting autographs. There used to be a beauty salon-it was on Sunset. I remember seeing Dick Powell pull up in one of those Cord automobiles. It was quite a place, Hollywood...
...places along the boulevard, the sun's slanting rays silhouette the remaining palms. And in the familiar salmon glow of a Western sunset, one can almost see a jaunty Charlie Chaplin, high-stepping up the boulevard, on his way, perhaps, to the ballroom of the Garden Court...