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...Reynolds, an incredible hulk, muscle-bound and soul-bare -- Robo-star. Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop II: instead of the wailing bantam Pryor, a strutting rooster, increasingly aloof from his genial gifts. Michael J. Fox in The Secret of My Success: instead of the teen queen, a yuppie pup, too eager to make it, too hungry to charm. He was a scrubbed-up version of the rich preppie Ringwald usually ditched in the last reel...
...pour: "Hop-Frog," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Cask of Amontillado," "The Raven" and "The Bells," in any good anthology, Edgar Allen Poe. By the Master of Disaster, the Big Daddy of Supersonic P-P-Pulse Rate. Each piece is guaranteed to knock a couple years off any poor pup's life. And "The Bells," especially, is a terrific way to round off your Poe-portion. Find yourself getting sleepy? Little Weak? Sorta drowsy? Recite "The Bells" aloud into a tape deck, pop your recording into an industrial strength ghetto blaster, and let-errrrrip, full volume, for dozing neighbors...
...sure, whenever the grave and lovely Rae Dawn Chong appears as Sarah, the young black woman Mark falls in love with, this pact is broken. But she cannot overcome the cliches of mistaken-identity comedy that were stylized when Plautus was a pup. Or enliven the film's sermon that even in enlightened environments like Harvard, racial stereotyping and unconscious prejudice still exist. The approach is too comfortable, the tone patronizing. The N.A.A.C.P. has greeted Soul Man with protests; one suspects it is not so much because the movie's heart is in the wrong place, but because its heart...
...Frog," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Cask of Amantillado," "The Raven," and "The Bells," in any good anthology, Edgar Allan Poe. By the Master of Disaster, the Big Daddy of the Supersonic P-P-Pulse Rate. Each piece is guaranteed to knock a couple years off any poor pup's life. And "The Bells," especially, is a terrific way to round off your Poeportion. Find yourself getting sleepy? Little weak? Sorta drowsy? Recite "The Bells" aloud into a tape deck, pop your recording into an industrial strength ghetto blaster, and let 'er rrrrrip, full volume, for dozing neighbors...
...Morris once wrote of Norman Rockwell that his "special triumph is in the conviction his countrymen share that the mythical world he evokes actually exists . . . He understands the hunger, and he supplies the nourishment. The hunger is for the Good Old Days --the black-eyed tomboy, the hopeless, lovable pup, the freckle-faced young swain . . . sensations which we no longer have but still seem to want; dreams of innocence before it went corrupt." Reagan also understands the hunger. He does not delve cynically into the layers of American memory. He is not as mythically cute as Rockwell. He is simply...