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...city of Seattle did the predictable, wrapping the three-day meet in endless fog and drizzle. The Crimson's foremost triumverate of Darlene Beckford, Kristen Linsley, and Ellen Gallagher finished one, two, three for Harvard, all landing in the top hundred amongst a fiercely competitive field. And coming into the meet ranked 20th in the nation as a team, the Harriers obliged by finishing 20th overall...
...Trick Pony's scenes are so good (Simon and his band playing a game of "dead rock stars," Simon and his young son [Michael Pearlman] playing baseball or shaving, Simon struggling to be polite to his crass producer and record company president) they stand out like lighthouses in a fog. Unfortunately, the plot is loose while Simon's character (an aging rock star striving to keep his band and music afloat in a changing scene) is so passive and wishy-washy I wanted to shake him. His presence on screen is appealing but not powerful enough, not skillful enough...
...last 24 hours before the election, Carter stepped up his blitz in a desperate cross-country chase that took him 6,645 miles to six key states ("I need you, I need you, help us!" he implored the crowds) before touching down in Georgia's dawn fog on Tuesday morning so that he could vote in Plains. His throat was raspy. His right hand was scratched red from ceaseless, frantic "pressing the flesh" with the throngs that met him. He had put on pancake makeup to cover the red blotches on his face, but the signs of weariness showed...
Jamie Lee Curtis gets into the worst scrapes. Tracked and trapped by homicidal maniacs in Halloween and Prom Night, deposited by leprous spooks into The Fog bank, and now manhandled by a psycho transsexual on a Terror Train, Curtis is the new virgin queen of shivers. No-nonsense intelligence shines through her friendly, angular, leonine face (a gift from her mother, Janet Leigh, who pioneered the modern horror trend 20 years ago by taking a bloodbath in Psycho). Thus when she flees into a dark closet or abandoned sleeping car-where, of course, the evil one waits, knife...
Most horror movies are of paper-plate disposability, piled high with ground round and too much ketchup. But class will tell, and Curtis has worked with the men at the head of the scare-picture class: John Carpenter, who directed her in both Halloween and The Fog, and Cinematographer John Alcott, who makes this toy locomotive of a film look as sleek and eerie as the ghost of the Twentieth Century Limited. Curtis brings her own class to the genre, though one wonders where her career will lead her next. Into an ominous shower stall? Like mother, like daughter, bless...