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...also treated to the disgustingly healthy sight of all those UPS workers being active again. Not to mention the trim Mir cosmonauts and their astronautical acrobatics. As if to rub it in, the very first space commercial released this week in Israel featured Commander Vasily Tsibliyev downing a gooey gob of ? ugh! ? skim milk...
Beneath the surface exoticism, Lucas still betrays quite a few rough edges. Would any British memsahib, in 1936, refer to an Indian stranger as "cute" ? Or any native of Poughkeepsie, N.Y., talk of "open((ing)) your schmucky gob"? Does the world really need another lecherous British officer dithering, "I say, Lorna, I'm terribly keen on you"? At times, with their perfumed dissolutes and frustrated shrinks, the stories read like crude distillations of the Anglo-Indo-American vignettes of screenwriter-novelist Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, or even like bite-size appetizers for the full-course feast of a Salman Rushdie novel...
...thousands of soldiers, sailors and Marines. While gratified by their new mission, they and their Soviet counterparts retained some of their fighting spirit. Soviet sailors interviewed by the Malta press implied that the older Belknap was a bit of a clunker compared with their cruiser Slava. An American gob, eyeing the Slava's conical superstructure, sniffed, "It makes a good target." But that was about as hostile an environment as could be found until the weather struck, an adversity that may actually have encouraged deeper thought...
...what I yam," shrugs Popeye the Sailor, which may be easy for him to say. But just try being Popeye for a while, as Robin Williams did while making a Robert Altman film about the old gob, set for release in December. Not only did the actor have to master a vocabulary of malapropisms far more complex than the nano-nanos of Mork from Ork. He had to cavort under the fierce Malta sun, wearing thick rubber arm pads to simulate the cartoon sailor's anvil forearms. He had to squint perpetually out of his left eye, speak...
...with his buddies, the comfortable, hyperhearty, all-male camaraderie, joshing and drinking and regaling one another with tales of assorted, exaggerated prowess. Women are outsiders; when social events are unavoidably mixed, the good ole boys cluster together at one end of the room, leaving wives at the other. The GOB'S magic doesn't work with women; he feels insecure, threatened by them. In fact, he doesn't really like women, except...