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Eleven days later, Los Angeles Bureau Chief William Rademaekers got to see Star Wars. His verdict: "Pure fun." Rademaekers interviewed Lucas for ten hours, mostly at the Twentieth Century-Fox studio, where final cuts in the film were being made. "There were no director's luncheons at the Brown Derby," says Rademaekers. "Instead, it was 'lunch' at 3 a.m. in a hash house, then back to the studio to follow Reel 12 for the 114th time, with Lucas painstakingly going over the sounds of music, footsteps and explosions...
...best friend to Lucas. "He doesn't really work a lot with his actors or tell them a lot. But he constructs his scenes so specifically, or narrowly-like a railroad track -that everything comes out more or less the way he sees it." Coppola considers Lucas "a pure film maker. He really only wants to put on film the things he loves. He has few pretensions about making 'great films' or 'great art,' and consequently he comes closer than most. I think, though, that it's both sad and unnecessary that he suffers...
...Religious." In Allen's Annie Hall we see the humorist beginning this metamorphosis. Allen's male friend in the movie represents the Ethical Man of Law, and is in fact, a lawyer. He plays the cosmic straight man to Allen's cosmic nihilism. But Allen is no longer a pure nihilist; he is using this nihilism to affirm himself. Kierkegaard chose the story of Abraham to illustrate this metamorphosis: Abraham must sacrifice his son, Isaac (whose name means "laughter"), to fulfill an unknown Being's absurd and meaningless request...
Close's method is complex: he squares up from a large, side-lit studio mug shot of his subject, working over it first in pure red, then in blue and finally yellow; the overlays, as in three-color printing, produce "natural" color. The camera is focused on the sitter's eyes, and the photo's depth of field is so small that the tip of the nose blurs, and one can see as many differences of sharpness in Close's beard or Linda's tangle of rusty curls as among the stalks of a wheatfield...
WOODY ALLEN has finally become sexy. All right--maybe not exactly sexy. But certainly Allen's new film Annie Hallis our most appealing picture to date of the archetypal neurotic--now no longer pure nebbish--for whom life consists of only two categories: the horrible and the miserable. As Allen loses no time in pointing out, the miserable have, comparatively speaking, a lot to be grateful for--not the least of which is this funny, sad story of the romance of Alvy Singer (Allen) and equally neurotic Annie Hall (Diane Keaton, of course...