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...culture, opened in August and died in the marketplace within two months. Audiences also wisely avoided Sylvester Stallone's F.I.S.T., a tedious fictionalization of the life of Jimmy Hoffa, and were almost as wary of Paradise Alley, Stallone's futile attempt to re-create sweaty 1940s realism. Convoy, Ali MacGraw's comeback vehicle, did not get rolling, and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, which had all the energy of a wilting lily, never managed to strike up a tune...
...average showing. I Wanna Hold Your Hand, another Beatles-inspired movie, got a clammy reception three months ago. Notes MCA President Sid Sheinberg ruefully: "I liked it. There was only one thing wrong-nobody wanted to see it." Other big, new movies with this embarrassing ailment include Convoy, International Velvet, Big Wednesday and The Swarm...
...heading for the deepest reaches of the Gulf Stream. Our skipper was Pete Peacock, 41, a contractor by trade but a fisherman by avocation, one of the best in the Miami area. If anyone could find the big broadbill, it was Peacock. Two other fishing boats tagged along in convoy as we tore out of the Cape Florida Channel at 30 m.p.h. The CB radio crackled with reports of battles near by: a 300-pounder landed off Fort Lauderdale ... a three-hour fight in progress with a gargantuan swordfish off Key Largo...
...death toll rises steadily as the bloody civil war in Rhodesia grinds on, with little hope for an early settlement. Last week black nationalist guerrillas attacked a convoy of 50 vehicles at Kariba, 140 miles north of Salisbury. A bus driver and three young white girls died from bullet wounds; 16 other passengers were wounded. Later, guerrillas attacked and set fire to a tiny village in the Zwimba Tribal Trust Land, killing 17 of its 22 black inhabitants...
...Convoy's script, based on C.W. Mc-Call's bestselling pop song, rarely flirts with logic. The dialogue, which is glutted with CB-radio slang and western-movie cliches, ranges from the absurd to the subliterate. We never understand why Rubber Duck's nemesis (the congenitally irate Ernest Borgnine) is after him or what the truckers' grievances are. What's worse, we don't care. Next to this muddleheaded film, F.I.S.T. starts to look like a dynamic political manifesto. Peckinpah tries to enliven the nonsense with slow-motion automotive stunts and barroom brawls...