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DIED. Ben Nicholson, 87, British painter whose abstracted images of still lifes and landscapes formed the main link between English art and the continental cubist-constructivist tradition; in London. Born into an artistic and moneyed family, he began as a realistic painter before developing an abstract geometric style...
...Charlie (Nicholson) has come to El Paso, where he works as a border patrol man, at the urging of his ditsy wife Marcy (Valerie Perrine). This is a couple living on memories-of the days when he had all his hair and less gut and she had not yet become a middle-aged Barbie doll from overexposure to The Price Is Right. To finance all of Marcy's dear dreams, Charlie agrees to look the other way when illegal immigrants are spirited across the border to serve as the wetback-bone of Texas agriculture. It remains for Maria (Elpidia...
When, early in The Border, Jack Nicholson muses about how, back in California, "I liked feeding those ducks," one's first reaction is: "Feeding them what? Strychnine?" Nicholson's voice, with the silky menace of an FM disc jockey in the eighth circle of hell, has always suggested that nothing in the catalogue of experience is outrageous enough to change his inflection. Even when he goes shambly and manic (Goin' South, The Shining), Nicholson's voice and those tilde eyebrows give the impression that he knows more than his character, more than anyone need know...
...successful invasion of Peckinpah County, where bogus high life and a quick ugly death too often intersect. The film's mercuric feeling is heightened by Ric Waite's supple zooms, pans and tracking shots, and by the whining chords of Ry Cooder's music. As for Nicholson, he shows again that he can embody as much of the 20th century American male-sexy, psychotic, desperate, heroic-as any movie star today...
...tell that an Englishman had a hand in the dialogue, since much of it is in their Front Page-filtered notion of how Americans, particularly journalists, talk--the hardboiled, crackerjack repartee. Neither nor Beatty nor Griffiths has the emotional equipment as writers to give Eugene O'Neill (Jack Nicholson)--who has an affair with Bryant when Reed is at a convention--the raging, messy confessional speech he so obviously needs; and so O'Neill puts it in a letter which we never see. They keep Nicholson brooding in the shadows like a character in film noir, relying on our memories...