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...could say that The Goonies is not so much a movie as the kinetic model for a theme-park attraction: the Pirate Fun House (& Restaurant). Tiptoe past the men's room and peek at a SCARY MONSTER! Crawl through a fireplace into a SPOOKY CHAMBER! Elude the clutches of an EVIL ITALIAN GANG! See the underground WATERFALL, the infernal CANNONBALL, the DEATH ORGAN and the very many SKELETONS! Hurtle down the FLUME to the cavern containing a genuine imitation 17th century PIRATE SHIP! Get out ALIVE! (And have a nice day.) As in any fun house, the pleasures here...
...TIME, the smallest are the pictorial symbols. Usually less than one inch square, these graphic illustrations appear at the beginning of two or more stories that are related thematically. The elements of last month's cover package on Madonna, for example, were linked by a symbol representing her slinky, peek-a-boo belly button. For this week's cover stories on the Administration's tax program, a hand pouring coins into Uncle Sam's hat is employed. To tie together stories on the cyclone in Bangladesh and the soccer riot in Belgium, an anguished face is used...
...consumers consider the Macintosh, which is based on a new generation of technology, more versatile and easier to use than any other personal computer. But Apple now faces a challenge from Atari, which made the only big splash at last week's Comdex show. Dealers gathered around for a peek at a new Atari machine that is similar to the Macintosh but will cost only $800 to $900. Though its official name is the ST, the computer has already been nicknamed the Jackintosh, after Atari Chief Executive Jack Tramiel. He built Commodore into a home computer powerhouse, but left last...
...playing peek-a-boo from behind scattered cloudy, seemed unsure of whether it was supposed to be overlooking a game of softball or heading back into premature hibernation...
Wanda: You don't mind arguing while I go on up to bed, do you, Ralph? I want to take a peek at my Howard Baker newspaper, set my Ronald Reagan alarm clock and get out the Eleanor Roosevelt margarine to soften overnight for tomorrow morning's unendorsed English muffins, all the while pondering your powerful arguments about Ferraro...