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...than ever as they cling to the last light of the day, the people of East Moriches, New York, look up from the decks of their boats and houses and see a 747 flare, break apart and go down in the sea. In a second or two, a typically dank Long Island South Shore night goes from languor to amazement to horror. Private vessels are first to rush toward the site through the Moriches Inlet, which opens to the ocean. Zodiacs from the Coast Guard station follow. Cutters come soon after. Emergency vehicles make a long, undulating necklace of light...
...descend underground and prepare for the evening's unspooling. Shortly thereafter, the audience, bubbling with anticipation, would arrive through the various connecting tunnels. On movie night, the entire population of a small hamlet would simply vanish underground. Up to 100 guerrillas and their families would cram into the dank screening chamber, taking pains not to sit on any poisonous vipers. (The moviegoers would try to ignore the rats, which were tolerated as an important V.C. food group...
...where their eccentricities drew stares (Ted Turner and Jane Fonda have a ranch nearby, not to mention the gun freaks, vegans and channelers). Out here, though, these folks are left alone. I like that. Whatever Kaczynski's crimes, if any, the fact he could live so long in his dank hut unmolested and undisturbed is evidence of rare tolerance, I think...
TIPTOEING PAST THE DANK AND murk of the Manhattan neighborhood called Hell's Kitchen, you walk into a huge tent where Pomp Duck and Circumstance is performed and enter a different world. Inside the bordello-red lobby area, tuxedoed giants and midgets say hello. In an alcove, T shirts and robes with a Matisse monogram are for sale. So are the pieces of Rosenthal china on which you will dine. A bartender pours you a glass of the house Chardonnay. Nine bucks...
...Awfully Big Adventure, directed by Mike Newell (Four Weddings) and adapted by Charles Wood from Beryl Bainbridge's novel, has the convincingly seedy look--almost the dank smell--of Liverpool after World War II. Even a visiting theater troupe seem tired and tatty under their gaudy makeup. With baths a luxury, the locals can afford only to dream. That, at least, is the route taken by young Stella (Georgina Cates, in an affecting star debut), who joins the troupe and falls in love with its dashing director (Grant). For Stella he's just the wrong person: homosexual, vicious, smooth...