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Scientists are afraid that the relentless Halley's mania is bound to result in disappointment. At its closest, in March, the comet will still be 40 million miles away. Halley's may appear to stretch the length of the Big Dipper but probably will not be as bright. Scientists cannot predict the luminosity because each time the comet whips past the sun, it sheds varying amounts of the ice and dust that form its glowing tail. "All this hype is making people think they're going to see a massive apparition that will scare dogs and old ladies," says...
...party." A 3-D, three-level party, at that. While the film is projected onscreen, Rocky regulars mime each character's words and gestures in meticulous drag onstage, and the audience talks back to the movie and, on cue, scatters comic props throughout the theater. This is movie mania at its participatory best: a nationwide epidemic of I'amour...
...Eighth Street regulars consider themselves the college of cardinals for this amiable sacreligion; that must make Sal Piro the pope of Greenwich Village. Piro, a tubby, T-shirted imp of 35, was just a member of the audience when Rocky mania started blooming a few blocks away at the Waverly Theater in 1976-77. But now he has seen the film 873 times and cheerleads a half-hour pre-show routine in a style that blends the early Jerry Lewis with the late Paul Lynde. Tonight Sal does a little break-dancing. He asks for a show of hands from...
...anyone can buy the equipment to go into business. The tables are warped, the felt ripped and the balls chipped, but at 30 a game they offer cheap recreation and an easy chance to gamble. If no storefront is available, the tables are set up outside under streetlights. The mania is an apt symbol both of China's love for things Western and of the new freedom to make money in imaginative ways. One evening a young man watched as several players began a game on his table. Leaning on a cue stick and nodding at the scene, he observed...
Vienna, staged off-Broadway in a church, has a sporadic text by Historian Charles Mee Jr. but nothing like a narrative. Played behind a gauzy scrim, it juxtaposes lyrical nudity and erotic mania, chivalrous honor and military obsession. Some of the images may be dreams, recounted by Freudians in the city where he practiced. Some are chillingly literal and hint of worse horrors yet to come: one woman, speaking in German of a pleasure jaunt, appears to mention Dachau, where the Nazis built a concentration camp. Most striking, however, are the wordless tableaux: the supple blond man who, with boots...