Word: spastics
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Williams follows his free-form chatter with enough wacked-out characters to people a spin-off of his spinoff. There is the French waiter at Chez Chuck, moving like a spastic Keystone Kop and offering customers such delicacies as "chicken lips with rice." Mr. Rogers, a takeoff on the dim-but-lovable kiddie show host, says: "Welcome to my neighborhood. Let's put Mr. Hamster in the microwave oven. O.K.? Pop goes the weasel!" Other bit players include Ernest Sincere, a redneck used-car dealer; Joey Stalin, a Russian stand-up comic; Little Sherman, a perverse little boy; and Walt...
...spacey as Sissy, but then, who is? Charles Durning, who bears a startling resemblance to W.C. Fields, fulfills none of his potential to make the head doctor of the parapsychic institute a triumphant parody, but one William Finley as a commercial spiritualist is a hilariously spastic, buck-toothed jab at the Amazing Kreskin...
...come back with one that tickles. A series of poorly received commercials condoning racism were retrieved with a switch-around antagonism: a black dude named Jim Brown comes out and becons the T.V. audience to give these poor untalented white folks a job. Pointing to a group of uncoordinated, spastic white people in the corner of the stage, Jim Brown moans: "They can't do nothin', there. They can't boogie, they can't play hoops, shake their bootie..they can't do nothing." Even the silly "Maltese Toilet", a satire on the falcon of that lineage, was retrieved...
...thwack of my helmet against the seat confirms Newton's third law of motion. The air is piercingly fresh, and the desert mountains glow golden in the morning sun. But soon the drive will become a spastic, three-hour Cinerama focused on 100 miles of lifeless mesquite moonscape-beginning in Laughlin and running across sand washes, over mountains, around canyons and back. "Howdy doody!" Evans yells, skipping the yellow truck over a 5-ft. ravine. "I can't stay away. Racing off-road is like narcotics to a dope addict...
...ineradicable grime. Just to tread across the Yard, basking in that rich past housing a living tradition that no amount of mismanagement and folly can undo is always a moving sensation, even when one faces the constant peril of beaning at the hands of the student body's countless spastic frisbee hurlers...