Word: corker
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...David's jokes are as old as he is; they only come to seem that way when he tells them over and over again. "The devil made me do it" is a corker that had pretty well run its course when Flip Wilson retired it about a decade ago. Heller makes David say it no fewer than three times. Who can forget the noted humorist and slugger Reggie Jackson and his boast "I'm the straw that stirs the drink"? Certainly not Heller, who uses this line three times as well. The spirit of Woody Allen is sometimes...
WHEN COMMERCIALS for Humanoids from the Deep splashed across television screens last spring--with scaly black creatures clawing at curvaceous blondes in bikinis, with that corker of a tag line, "Not for killing. For mating..."--movie monsters made a leap from the resignedly platonic to the unabashedly horny. I remember when monsters had morals: King Kong (a little fondling); the Creature from the Black Lagoon (bad ideas--but stoic). And the mere abduction of the unconscious woman seemed to satisfy the aggressive but asexual adolescent; after the limp female was draped across the rocks the panic light went...
WHEN COMMERCIALS for Humanoids from the Deep splashed across television screens last spring--with scaly black creatures clawing at curvaceous blondes in bikinis, with that corker of a tag line, "Not for killing. For mating..."--movie monsters made a leap from the resignedly platonic to the unabashedly horny. I remember when monsters had morals: King Kong (a little fondling); the Creature from the Black Lagoon (bad ideas--but stoic). And the mere abduction of the unconscious woman seemed to satisfy the aggressive but asexual adolescent; after the limp female was draped across the rocks the panic light went...
WHEN COMMERCIALS for Humanoids from the Deep splashed across television screens last spring--with scaly black creatures clawing at curvaceous blondes in bikinis, with that corker of a tag line, "Not for killing. For mating..."--movie monsters made a leap from the resignedly platonic to the unabashedly horny. I remember when monsters had morals: King Kong (a little fondling); the Creature from the Black Lagoon (bad ideas--but stoic). And the mere abduction of the unconscious woman seemed to satisfy the aggressive but asexual adolescent; after the limp female was draped across the rocks the panic light went...
...should. When the great director King Vidor made The Champ in 1931, he created a four-handkerchief corker; a fine cast (Wallace Beery, the young Jackie Cooper, Irene Rich) and Vidor's emotional restraint prevented a sugary story from caramelizing. This remake, directed by Franco Zeffirelli (Romeo and Juliet), is another matter entirely. By miscasting all three major roles, adding 35 minutes to the original film's running time and reaching for cheap effects, the director has gilded a lily and then shredded...