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...divulged by her collaborator Andrew Morton. The Windsors and the Spencers were appalled, as were the British media. But however scandalized the public may have been over Morton's breach of Diana's confidence, the book flew out of London stores. In Paris there was no room for soap opera or sentiment. French investigators were focused on finding the truth about her death in shards of metal, bits of glass and scratches of paint, in dusty stacks of depositions and in the cold physics of trajectory, velocity and momentum...
...irrelevant matter; no film has to be well made to be well liked. Indeed, one reason for the popularity of Soul Food is that it pushes emotional buttons with all the subtlety of a poke in the baby-back ribs. It could be a distillation of some unaired black soap opera, so predictable are the plot contrivances--adultery, pregnancy, illness, missing money--and so cartoonishly are the characters drawn. Mother Joe (Irma P. Hall) is warm, loving, doomed. One daughter, Maxine (Vivica A. Fox), is heart-smart and, since she's a mother, a font of family wisdom. Another, Teri...
Lots of folks enjoy the campy, vampy antics of Fox TV's prime-time soap opera Melrose Place. Not me. Instead, I've been glued to a true-life Web spin-off that's even sudsier than the real thing. The bad guys are a powerful-but-out-of-touch Hollywood media Goliath and the clueless lawyers who do his evil bidding. The hero is a digital David, an aspiring and nearly penniless (at least compared with Aaron Spelling) writer who's about to be dragged into court by Goliath's henchmen. Best of all, there are no commercials...
Meanwhile, Hart's Website provider has ordered him to take his stuff off the Web. Instead, Hart has moved it to its current site and vowed to stare down the Beverly Hills barristers and, if necessary, Spelling himself. Stay tuned--to Hart's Website, not Fox's soap...
...stylistic flair. What starts out as a younger, less bleak '50s version of After Dark My Sweet quickly turns into a meandering hodgepodge, alternating between generic buddy flick (obligatory scene in which cool guy teaches socially inept guy how to dress and impress the ladies) and violent cowboy soap opera. There's nothing wrong with genre fusing or having characters whose individual stories could constitute an entire script in themselves, but this film does it sloppily. By the time The Locusts reaches its wanna-be tragic climax, jumping from Capshaw and Vaughn going head to head to Judd having...