Word: discoing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Swearing to Marilyn that he will never again visit her. Potter heads back to Jessica's Halston bedroom and Zabar-stocked kitchen. A memorable camera shot pans their connubial bed as they make alex-comfort love while Candice chirps again--a disco duck on quaaludes. By now, the unhappy marriage of her voice and Marvin Hamlisch's music no longer amuses; it sickens--both us and Potter...
...amazing grace," "lonely crowd") and firing them off like salvos. The song becomes unwieldy, but its graceful melody rescues it. Henley and Frey have better luck closer to home, in the jokey, hokey bacchanal of The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks or the sly ironies of The Disco Strangler (a collaboration with String Player Don Felder) and King of Hollywood, in which a hard-hustling mogul is nailed neatly in two fleet lines: "He's just another power junky/ Just another silk-scarf monkey...
...West Palm Beach's Datura Street, Erica Bennett last week made one phone call after another to musical booking agents. Finally, she lined up the Gwen McCray group for a free performance at Gains Park next Saturday afternoon for 1,000 young people. But this will be disco with a difference: before going to the dance, each guest will be expected to stop by Forest Hill High School and cast a vote of confidence for Jimmy Carter...
Heroics and histrionics marked Pittsburgh's year. Theirs was a disco-inferno season, a full-tilt boogie race for the pennant punctuated by the psyching-up war whoops of All-Star Rightfielder Dave Parker, the ego-deflating insults of Garner and the popping of corks by Team Captain Stargell, the oenophile first baseman. Typical play: a Pirate crashes a three-run home run to win an eleven-inning game. Typical congratulatory byplay: "Way to go, [bleep]!" "Thank you, [bleep]!" Other teams may deem it necessary to fine players to ensure promptness at the ballpark; the Pittsburgh locker room throbs...
...that man's dog-eat-dog nature will never change, versus Wells' optimistic faith--but the movie never really resolves the debate. "I'm home," declares the Ripper, and Time After Time adapts his fascination with depravity often, leisurely surveying San Francisco's Tenderloin District, or turning an average disco into an inferno of churning bodies. Yet Meyer seems reluctant to condemn Wells as an idealistic idiot. Though disappointed in the future, his hero grows firmer in his convictions; climaxing a passionate speech, Wells insists, "the man who raises his fist is the man who lacks ideas." McDowell speaks...