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...lesbian sex and was sodomized and raped by grave robbers didn't seem to bother "Randy Andy," as he is now known in London: considering his track record, this is hardly surprising. That the juicy details of Koo's past (remember--Lady Di had no past) should bother the lad's mother isn't really surprising either--Koo's not exactly a nice girl...
...spitball farces (The Lady Eve, The Miracle of Morgan's Creek) sped moviegoers giddily through World War II, might appreciate Bartel's continuance of that tradition, as actor and writerdirector, in high-camp style. His first feature, Private Parts (1973), was a Psycho drama about a winsome lad who makes love to a lifesize, water-filled, clear plastic doll in the image of his beloved. In the mid-'70s Bartel made two manic car-chase movies, Death Race 2000 and Cannonball, whose plots inspired The Cannonball Run. For his presence in that film, Burt Reynolds was reportedly...
Seymour Krelboin, a nebbishy lad who works in Mushnik's Skid Row Flower Shop, is in love with Mr. Mushnik's daughter Audrey. By crossing a butterwort with a Venus's-flytrap, Seymour creates a new plant type, which he calls Audrey Jr. and which, it happens, feeds on human blood. As it feeds, it grows, until it has spread over the entire store. Soon the notoriety of Audrey Jr. brings the little shop more business than it can handle. But there is a catch in this Faustian bargain: Seymour must oblige the plant's noisy...
...strong youthful ragtag army of fans, feared throughout the Continent, loose in the land of cheap vino. They spilled from bar doorways and windows and gathered to taunt the restrained but ready Spanish police before England's match with France two weeks ago. England won, 3-1. One lad slurred: "These here cops are wankers. Our boys'll have 'em right on." But so far the Spanish authorities have kept the situation under control...
...head may come loose, sprout insect legs and toddle off across the floor. Designer Rob Bottin's work is novel and unforgettable, but since it exists in a near vacuum emotionally, it becomes too domineering dramatically and something of an exercise in abstract art. The weird lad down the block, the one who is always fooling around with his chemistry set, will love The Thing. The rest of the neighborhood is likely to find it more of a squeamer than a screamer. - Richard Schickel