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...Memphis motel balcony, blacks standing over a fallen black man, their faces abruptly up and their fingers stabbing the air, indicting the air, along the line the shot had taken, as if the trajectory of their fingers' aim could bore back through the air to the assassin...
...Europe a hotel concierge is usually a man in his 50s who has climbed the hotel ranks to win the powerful, lucrative job; but in the U.S. about half the concierges are women. James Marquart, president of the New York State Hotel and Motel Association, finds women more sociable than men, with a better grasp of fine points like the ambience of a restaurant. He also points out that women are more resourceful shoppers. "They have a feel for where things are," says Marquart. "If someone asked me where Tiffany is, I would have to look it up. A woman...
...dawn in the Midwest, and Jane Craig, network-news producer on location, is already hard at work. She jogs outside her motel past a phalanx of newspaper machines and buys a copy of every available paper. She phones her colleagues awake in other motel rooms -- thank heaven, two of them are married, saves a call. She indulges a pal's dead-on impression of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Then she unplugs the phone, sits on her bed and has a good cry: heaving shoulders, racking sobs, a face contorted into a bruised fist, a doll in tears because no one will...
...along quickly and serves up a lot of good one-liners ("I've got nothing against [marriage], except that it's a life without hope"). The goings-on become hilarious in the second act, when the expense and danger from next-door roughnecks push the duo out of their motel and onto the open prairie. There they set up house, a hibachi and Mickey's Roy Orbison records, and they look for romance outside the local jail, waiting for the first newly sprung women--two gold-hearted hookers named Brenda (Dawn Couch) and Cathy (Pamela Gien...
...sense immediately that circumstances are going to make them strange bedfellows in a motel hell. You know, too, that much worse will follow as this misalliance uses all the modes of transportation specified in the title (plus such unnamed delights as a farm truck, a refrigerator truck and a bus that grinds to an unpleasant halt) in the desperate effort to get home. We are also aware of two agreeable things about Hughes. The first is that he has a nice, easy gift for unforced farce (see Ferris Bueller's Day Off). The other is that his teen romances...