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King of Hearts. Except for the possible exception of a moviehouse in Minnesota or somewhere that has been screening Hal Ashby's Harold and Maude for the past five years straight, the Central Square Cinema probably holds the modern record for a consecutive run of one film and this Phillip deBroca farce is it. About a World War One soldier who liberates the patients in a country nursing home and joins them in a jolly romp around about the streets of a small town, it is the perfect parable of Cambridge life. Free and freaky--but within bounds, harmless...
Bound For Glory. Making film biographies is tricky business--it's hard to satisfy the often conflicting demands of entertainment and history. In Bound For Glory, based on folksinger Woody Guthrie's autobiography of the same name, screenwriter Robert Getschell and director Hal Ashby (who lathered up Shampoo) have tried hard, and by and large they have succeeded. The film is more accurate and coherent than the wonderfully rambling, episodic book on which it is based, and the recreation of the Depression-era dustbowl is understated and evocative. David Carradine doesn't look or sound very much like the real...
When a skinny, secretive old man who called himself "Hal Groves" died in Mexico eight years ago, one' of literature's strangest paper chases came to an end. Services were held not for Groves but for "Traven Torsvan," a naturalized Mexican citizen. The dead man's widow acknowledged what had been widely suspected: that Torsvan, who had hidden his identity for 45 years, was indeed the reclusive novelist B. Traven. The author's broody, metallic style echoes that of Stephen Crane and Joseph Conrad. His once acclaimed books and short-story collections (The Treasure...
Hohenzollern Prince. In The Mystery of B. Traven (128 pages; William Kaufmann; $6.95), American Journalist Judy Stone tells of a series of interviews with Hal Groves, wangled in the years just before his death. "Forget the man!" he demanded, speaking with a slight German accent. "What does it matter if he is the son of a Hohenzollern prince or anyone else? Write about his works. Write how he is against anything which is forced upon human beings, including Communism or Bolshevism." Hiding behind age and deafness, he stopped just short of admitting that he was Traven, Torsvan or Marut. Deference...