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...Manhattan, Caryl Churchill's Top Girls and Steven Berkoff s Greek, include oblique denunciations of the Tory leader. A new West End musical, the earnest, tuneful Blood Brothers (book, music and lyrics by Willy Russell), charts the plight of twin boys separated at birth, one raised in the fetid poverty of the post-welfare state, the other by a scheming rich woman whom theatergoers will have no trouble recognizing as a caricature of the Iron Lady. However these dramatists voted last Thursday, they must be grudgingly grateful that their pet beastie will be around for a few more years...
Suffering from a mild spot of dysentery and a major dose of skepticism, New Delhi Bureau Chief Dean Brelis went to a fetid garbage collectors' dumping ground near Cairo to meet a saintly missionary, Sister Emmanuelle. "A reporter from TIME?" she asked. "What kind of joke is this?" Then she spotted the sloppily bandaged cut hand of Brelis' driver...
...with a silver cross. Her route takes her through mounds of fetid garbage, rotting produce and broken glass. The tiny figure wards off snarling dogs in the darkness with a dart of light from a battered flashlight...
...last of the true B movie filmmakers directing a screenplay by the foremost purveyor of mass paperback horror. Unfortunately, a potentially interesting juxtaposition fails. Romero's shock tactics end up being overwhelmed by King's schlock tactics, and the result, Creepshow, is certainly not worthy of the fetid--but rich--soil from which it sprang...
...quite enough: a vision of dark, cramped, urban squalor. This is Los Angeles in the year 2019, when most of the earth's inhabitants have colonized other planets, and only a polyglot refuse heap of humanity remains. Los Angeles is a Japanized nighttown of sleaze and silicon, fetid steam and perpetual rain. This baroque Tomorrowland juggles images from a dozen yesterdays: walk out of the rain and into a 1940s world of overhead fan blades and women in shoulder-pad jackets moving to the cadence of a keening alto sax. The filthy streets are clogged with Third World losers...