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...what really makes this book remarkable are the photographs--all of which are black and white, and most of which are collector's items: a buffoonish Little Richard with six inches--straight up--of hari, "the handsomest man in rock and roll"; Carole King more than a decade ago, starched, prim, and complete with bouffant hair-do; and three grinning Marvelettes ("you can call me up and have a date, any old time"), spike-heeled and poured into satin and sequin sheaths--to mention just a few. The pictures are abundant, and cliched though it may sound, they capture...
...braces and auditioned for the first of her 200 TV commercials. Now 28 and a seasoned cinema bunkmate (appearing with Al Pacino in Serpico, with Michael Sarrazin in The Reincarnation of Peter Proud), the actress has sunk her straightened teeth into a new role. Cast as a neo-Mata Hari in The Next Man, Sharpe sets out to wipe out a Saudi Arabian Minister of State, played by Sean Cannery, 46. Would-be assassin, however, quickly turns amorist. "It's a love story dipped in oil," coos Cornelia, who hints that her days as a femme fatale might...
...bionic apparition, neutrinos or no. Stanley Kubrick may have meant to convey this same space-subconscious analogy in 2001: A Space Odyssey, but he abstracted too much, and became boring. Tarkovsky doesn't; he clutches us in the gut with emotional ambiguities, and he is not using scare tactics. Hari, the returned wife, kills herself again, but Kelvin knows she is immortal and waits for her to come back to life. Wild convulsions announce her reanimation, and the picture of a woman helplessly wretching, jerking about plays for all the shock value it had in The Exorcist...
...torture themselves with a mix of deep metaphysics and petty jealousies. They look balding and brooding, like cafe intellectuals. (They even wear leather jackets over their space suits.) Sartorius wants to cut up Hari in the interest of science. "Immortality," he cries. "Faust's dream!" Snauf copes by letting himself slip into sarcastic lunacy; when Hari jerks back to life in Kelvin's arms, he mutters "I can't stand all these resurrections." And the once zero-degree Kelvin gives himself over to his soulful-eyed dream woman like the agnostic who embraces religion, because only thus can he bear...
Loose ends don't really detract, though, because the film's final clinching shot throws open all doors to analysis. Hari has allowed Sartorius to dissect her, leaving only a note, and Kelvin has decided to return to Earth, he approaches his home, where the film began, and in the doorway kneels at his father's feet, head buried in his lap, one of those poignant Bergmanesque poses. The camera begins to pull up and up, above the house, the trees, the adjacent lake, until we see the entire island surrounding the house, sitting--you guessed it--in the middle...