Word: hunk
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...bureaucrats and politicians who would budget perfectly good funds for, say, schools instead of roads. One song celebrates the good wives left behind when a blizzard must be cleared away, and another the sad fact that stoicism is necessary in a poor state like Vermont: "You gotta drive that hunk of junk, son," goes the refrain. "You gotta drive it by yourself...
...said, 'Call me if you convert.' That didn't happen, but I developed enormous respect for the ritual I was performing." Does this mean he has put away childish things like playing comic-book characters? Lois Lane and other fans of Krypton's finest surviving hunk can relax. Reeve will shortly pull on his red-and-blue undies and rev his wires for takeoff in Superman...
...elegance of Shaffer's play. Tendorp, the psychic, adds a nice comic touch by dropping by to see Sidney at all the wrong times, and prophesying ominously about a dangerous playwright named "Smith-Collona." Cannon is suitably daffy as the gushing Myra, and Reeve is, well, a hunk. Caine, who played Reeve's younger man to Laurence Olivier in Sleuth, undoubtedly steals the show. Biting and demonic one moment, vulnerable and pitiful the next, he's really the only actor in the movie who takes his character beyond the traditional two-dimensionality of comedy-thriller...
...overworked Top Forty hits of the late seventies. When the deepest emotional conflcits of a character can be completely explained by Eagles' lyrics, he is surely a child of his times and little more. The redundancy of the lyrics is embarrassing; when Faith's new man, a square-jawed hunk straight out of a Winston ad, starts to make the moves on her, the Stones burst into the living room with "Don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire..." and the rest of the song's lyrics explain the obvious class difference in their relationship...
...tough with Clark, who follows her around like a puppy, but never pretends that she could love anyone but the Superstud. Confronted by her main man, she melts like ice cream and later elarns to appreciate him even when he is reduced to the most handsome mortal hunk you could ever wrap two arms around. Reeve plays the protagonist with an appropriate blends of righteousness, courage, confusion (over how to tow in Lois without blowing his cover), and, above all else, good humor. Neither has many lines to mouth; dialogue is kept to a merciful minimum throughout...