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...want to be a professional driver," says Erica, a blond senior at Valencia High School. She's usually the only girl out here, and you can see that's part of the thrill--to draw in some slacker with nothing but an art-project hairdo and more hormones than r.p.m. and then smoke him. A slack-eyed Fonz named Marcus gets out of a car and spins over to impress Erica with how many times he can say cool in a sentence, a rebel without a clue. She isn't here to talk...
Except...Wait a minute...Could I see those orders again? That him, in this instance, is a her--Lieut. Jordan O'Neil, who is played by Demi Moore, muscles aripple, attitude aflare and buzz-cut hairdo a sight. She is, to be strictly honest, traveling under false colors; G.I. Jane should probably be called Swabbie Jane since it is the Navy SEALS that O'Neil is trying so painfully to join. She is also traveling a few years in the future when, the movie's makers imagine, feminist pressure to accord women full military equality, by allowing them to serve...
When the British band the Prodigy played Irving Plaza in New York City this month, something extraordinary happened. Yes, the performance had punk-rock vigor; Keith Flint, the singer-dancer with the shock-rock hairdo, made Halloween faces at the crowd, emcee Maxim did some barechested stage strutting, and band mastermind Liam Howlett coolly orchestrated the show from behind his banks of keyboards. But from the first note, the sweaty, expectant crowd, which had seen the band pushed on MTV for months, began to dance. There's no dancing at alternative-rock shows--people merely mosh, which is as close...
...best in its first half, when Stern, looking like a taller Weird Al Yankovic with his geeky posture, vulture profile and Isro hairdo, plays the familiar failure--a disappointment to his parents and bosses. Only his wife Alison (Mary McCormack from TV's Murder One) sees that this guy has star potential if he'd just be his horny self on the air. Howard gets to rant, vomit, expose his cellulite buttocks, flaunt the cinema's all-time-funniest erection and defame Don Imus and the WNBC brass. It's get-even time for the guy they called Howeird...
...technologically advanced past that Lucas imagined. Today we can wallow in the film's sleek retro-kitsch; even the opening logo has acquired the classic blockiness of a '56 DeSoto. One can find endearment in the lame badinage of C-3PO, in Carrie Fisher's bagel-like hairdo, in the whining and bickering of the lead characters, in the varying pronunciations of Obi-Wan Kenobi and the planet Alderaan. The invocation to "trust your feelings" seems a woozy echo of the '67 Summer of Love, not the '77 summer of Wars, but Alec Guinness carries himself with the majesty...