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...talk shows, made-for-TV movies and Mommie Dearest knockoff books have bombarded America with enough familial dysfunction to make Sophocles himself tear his eyes out. It's easy to be numbed by it all, to lose all one's sympathy for yet another father/mother/sibling who's been abused by an uncle/ cousin/grandparent who just happens to be a crackhead/alcoholic/satanic cult leader. And now here's Mikal Gilmore, brother of executed killer Gary Gilmore, with Shot in the Heart (Doubleday; 404 pages; $24.95), a book about his troubled clan. One might expect this effort to be another grotesque float...
...heart, though, Aladdin and its kin were the merest, dearest emotional travelogues. They alighted on a dream here, a resentment there; they poked at a feeling until it sang a perky or rhapsodic Alan Menken tune. Nothing was lacking in these terrific movies, but something was missing: primal anguish, the kind that made children wet the seats of movie palaces more than a half- century ago as they watched Snow White succumb to the poison apple or Bambi's mother die from a hunter's shotgun blast. Disney cartoons were often the first films kids saw and the first that...
...Daddy Dearest, a slightly smarter sitcom about a psychiatrist whose father moves in with him, might be termed Transitional Fox. Casting angst-ridden comic Richard Lewis as the shrink is the sign of a show aiming for a more adult level of relationship comedy. But pairing him with Don Rickles (who barges into his son's group-therapy session to shout racial insults at everybody) puts us squarely back on the Fox buzz...
...father, "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." With that wincing smile, Jackson was like a wounded orphan who has walked through fire and has booked a return trip. How strong is the bond, the bondage, of victim to victimizer? Dangerous is "dedicated to my dearest parents, Katherine and Joseph Jackson...
...fondest V-Day recollections come from my formative years. I remember waking up on those February 14th mornings for Mom's special breakfast--with the kitchen table all decorated in red. My family made a ritual of reading aloud cards sent from our dearest relations...