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...This is a second-rate, hack work," countered Columbia's Edward W. Tayler. "It's clumsy, inept. It's a clunker. It's quite clear to anyone who doesn't have a zinc ear that this is not a poem written by Shakespeare...
...approaching and run like dogs. But this seems less cynical impartiality than a failure of craft. The film's central characters have virtually nothing to do with the winning or losing of the war. Working-class Boatsman Tom Dobb (Al Pacino, whose bizarre Scots-Bronx accent sticks in the ear like a nettle) goes to war, quits and goes again. The patrician Daisy McConnahay (Nastassja Kinski) rebels against her snooty mother and sisters to become a kind of Cenderella Liberty, cheerleading Tom to cream those Brits. So does Annie Lennox, of the pop duo Eurythmics, whose charisma is edited...
...leader of 1 billion Chinese was joking, of course; he lost part of the hearing in one ear long before he launched the world's most populous nation on an audacious effort to create what amounts almost to a new form of society. But, as might be expected from the diminutive (4 ft. 11 in.), steel-hard Deng, 81, it was a joke with a sharp point. If in his more solemn moments he still attempts to justify what he often calls his "second revolution" in the name of that patron saint of Communist revolution, Karl Marx, Deng is well...
...Jones, Tom and the ribald Mrs. Waters consume a memorable dinner that is the moral equivalent, or the immoral equivalent, of a passionate night in bed. Perhaps in screenplays of the future, kisses will be blown on the wind like pheromones. The signals of passion might be changed: an ear might be nibbled, for example, or the nape of a neck nuzzled. Actual kissing may have to be handled by the special-effects department: an artful illusion. Producers may lie around the pool of the Beverly Hills Hotel, smoking cigars, reading Jane Austen and Henry James, looking...
After a respite of barely a year, with the banality of the refrain still ringing in the ear, "the politics of the future" is back. When Gary Hart announced a fortnight ago that he would retire from the Senate (to run, he all but admitted, for the presidency in 1988), he couldn't lay off the word. In a four-page statement, he reached for it eight times. In 1984 he had "pointed our party toward the future." For '88, he pledges "to help move our party and our country into the future." Why? Because even now "we are drifting...