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...seduced by the "crackle of civilized conversation" inside the house and becomes a bedded and bored member of the Brown commune. As identity crises follow, the fields lie fallow. Meanwhile, Bumpers worries lest his consistently ineffectual advice will brand him not just a quack but "a quack manqu...
Herzog, 33, is a sort of social anthropologist manqué who has been prominent in the perennially fizzling resurgence of the West German cinema. It has been suggested that in Every Man Herzog is struggling to create a new metaphor for the state of modern Germany. This is one of those facile, cover all apologies, like saying an Italian film is a thinly disguised attack on the Roman Catholic Church, or a novel about contemporary Ireland reflects the agonies of civil war. It cannot save the movie from indistinction...
...sure hopes so. "I need only one hit and I'm home free," he reasons. This year should be his. He has landed three major roles, including the Hitchcock film. He can be seen currently as Big Bob Freedlander, the Jaycee mobile-home salesman in Smile, a comedy manqué about a teen-age beauty contest. Next month, he starts work on Won Ton Ton, a farce about the 1920's legendary wonder dog, Rin Tin Tin, in which he plays an old-line Hollywood director. But keeping busy is not the only answer. Says Agent Freddie Fields...
...Eastwood himself, he makes a halfhearted attempt, in MAGNUM FORCE, to clean up Dirty Harry, that law-and-order fascist manqué whom you hated to hate a couple of seasons back. Once again, as in the 1971 film named for him, Detective Harry Callahan (Eastwood) is confronted by a series of apparently motiveless, definitely psychopathic murders. This time, it turns out, they are not the work of an isolated madman but of a self-appointed death squad, members of Harry's own San Francisco police department who have grown impatient with the delays and niceties of the rule...
Maybe you were one of those who felt that after all the maundering I would wind up exactly like my father-that all along I was a conformist manqué. You were right. Boy, were you right! For a while. A long while. At first I bought the whole shot. My head got straight; I went to Columbia-after I said I would never go to any of those phony Ivy schools-and even tried a year of law school. I wore a Tattersall vest. I even wore a hat, for God's sake. Not a red hunting...