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...juking. When you're facing a linebacker you just wiggle your body, watch him go off in one direction and you take off in the other." If all the speed and twisting can be boiled down to one move, it is the "okey-doke." In the jive patter that Simpson sometimes favors, that is the split-second change of direction that makes him unique. "My game is to juke the tough guys," he says. "I put the okeydoke on them, just bounce around and look for daylight. No one is going to get me to put my head...
...Marvin's Hickey has the hype and the patter but only a portion of the necessary bravura. He seems to be wrestling with the vivid memory of Jason Robards in the same role, a performance of such passion that it became definitive. It may be unfair for an actor to carry such a burden, but Marvin does not carry it well. His Hickey is tentative, almost halting...
Millions of radio addicts have been "feeling" Wolfman Jack's palpable patter for many years and have made him perhaps the nation's most listened-to disk jockey. He puts together an attractive package of rock, rhythm and blues, gag tunes and whatever else grabs his fancy. His specialty is zany mike antics and having telephone conversations with listeners. He grunts, growls, thumps, sings along with a record. By modulating his voice to low, suggestive intimacy, he squeezes juice from anemic wisecracks. As he plays the Rolling Stones' (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, he confides...
Wolfman had to launder his routines as his audience grew. Still, his nutty patter, the conversations on the "Wolfman telephone," have remained a steady feature. He loves to talk about them: "If a guy calls me and says, 'I had a fight with my girl friend, what should I do?' I'll say, 'Get naked and run around your bedroom,' or I'll say, 'Stand on your head.' " He also talks about love and life, coming across as quite sincere to many of his young listeners...
...year for her recording of I Am Woman, which has since become a sort of anthem for the Women's Liberation movement. The show's timid overtones of feminism, however, are not allowed to disturb its stolid, unimaginative variety-show format. Hampered by painfully writer-stricken interim patter, Ms. Reddy has neither the presence nor the experience to spark the old string-of-guests routine to life...