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...films I like." But there was once, early in her prodigious career, when she took on a movie role in a forgettable number called 1969 just to get out of town. She was 16, and her first hit had just opened: Beetlejuice, in which she plays a crape-draped kid obsessed with death. It was just a movie, but some of her classmates in Petaluma, California, taunted her mercilessly. "These hick school kids," she recalls, "they thought I was a witch...
...nothing became Potter's life so much as his grace in leaving it, then nothing became his death so much as his having written so often about it. Mortality hung on his plays like crape. While awaiting his own demise, Philip Marlow, the hero of The Singing Detective, plots the death of all who may have hurt him. Lipstick on Your Collar climaxes at a grave site, where one of the three main characters is dead, a second falls into the open grave, and a third woos the widow -- all to the '50s tune Sh-Boom...
Having dug up the bones of a cunning old genre, Howard lets the flesh hang like crape. There's beaucoup bustle but not much pulse. The pace is too slow for farce, the characters too cartoony for drama. Whereas His Girl Friday ran its gags on the fast track, The Paper often slows down to lend its galaxy of star types (Robert Duvall, Jason Alexander) a hint of dimension to their roles. But these subplots aren't much more sophisticated than those in The Wizard of Oz: Duvall gets a heart, Close a brain, Keaton courage. Tomei gets a baby...
...these are as unwelcome as the roast beef a heedless hostess might plop on Paul's dinner plate. The M&M's of bon mots are the real nourishment. Which suggests a criticism of Rudnick's prose: it's all candy. Wouldn't a truly serious author hang crape on Guy and Venice, or Hedy and her sisters? But Rudnick sees them as variations on the Addams family: they may be crazy, but they have fun and love each other. And so he loves them...
...Paul Rudnick can tell you. Rudnick has already earned many a healthy laugh with his plays Poor Little Lambs and I Hate Hamlet and his comic essays in Vanity Fair and Spy. Jeffrey, though, is a real tonic. It's a wonderful comedy about a rancid tragedy: the crape of death hanging over any gay guy who is crazy about...