Word: dins
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Like Carlin and Klein, Leno has a sharp eye for the idiocies of everyday life. In an agitated, high-pitched voice that could pierce the din of the loudest bar, he takes off after everything from convenience stores (where "$20,000 worth of cameras protect $20 worth of Twinkies") to slasher movies ("Woman opens the refrigerator, gets hit in the face with an ax. There's a common household accident, huh?"). Leno's P.G.-rated material is witty, accessible and firmly anchored in bedrock middle America. "I'm hopelessly American," he confesses. "If something doesn't come in a Styrofoam...
...best America will listen with only half an ear, especially when summer ends and the din of the presidential campaign starts to grow. Reagan knows this, but half an ear or even less is better than most recent Presidents have been able to command in their waning days. Time will tell if events permit Reagan to become a pedagogue. He has other pet subjects for discourse, such as the War Powers Act, which gives modern Presidents so many fits, and the two- term limit in office, which saps a Chief Executive's power in his last years...
...fact, that the blissful look that crosses his kindly face when he lays hands on a rocket launcher in a situation that compels its immediate use is the comic high point of this sequel. Anyway, he provides a high, sweet note of mysterious absurdity that occasionally cuts through the din of a movie that all too resolutely attempts to replicate the comedy megahit of the decade...
...ramming a book into my stomach that couldn't have weighed more than 25 pounds. "Review this by tommorrow. You've got a whole page to yourself. I'd talk to you about it, only I have to go feed my editorial assistant." As she went off shouting "Igor! Din-din!" I picked myself off the floor and looked at the book it was my fate to review. The Norton Anthology of Pretentious Literature proclaimed the dust-jacket. I read the description on the inside cover...
Amid the jumble of stalls, dense with the flow of human traffic and clattering with the din of vendors hawking wares, shoppers poke animals for tenderness and watch closely as purchases are weighed in hand-held balance scales, and mothers quiet crying children with cuts of sugarcane or towering lollipops of golden caramelized sugar pulled into flamboyant dragons...