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...mean to frighten the kids; Tarzan is not Oedipus Rex. It's a Disney coming-of-age comedy-drama in Lion King territory, with five radio-friendly tunes written and sung by Phil Collins. It has a standard villain: a grating white hunter (whose musculature nicely mimics Kerchak's, thus suggesting their similarity as imperfect male role models for the boy). It has a reeeeally cute baby baboon. It enfolds our hero in a dream jungle, painted in the lushest of sherbetty forest colors and shot in a new, virtual 3-D format called Deep Canvas that vivifies the scenes...
Anyway, setup was a snap, done wirelessly in minutes. The Palm's built-in 8,000-bits-per-second modem is way slower than today's 56-kbps standard, but 3Com made up for it by creating a low-bandwidth, mostly graphics-free way to search the Web. Indeed, on the VII you don't browse the Web, you "clip" it. Palm users can visit only participating websites (so far, a few hundred have signed up) rather than the entire Web. While I was at first offended at this idea--the Internet is meant to be open and free...
...film classic Casablanca), the show revolves around a group of Brooklyn single guys in 1929 who pool their money so that Gene, the most ambitious of their band, can make a killing in the stock market. Despite piquant parallels to our own market mania, the story is a pretty standard boy-meets-girl/boy-loses-money trifle. But it's a showcase for a fresh and winning Sondheim score, from the days when he wrote melodies meant to be enjoyed, not deciphered...
Already, the war has taken its toll on public opinion about both the performance of the Clinton-Gore Administration and the direction of the country in general. And it remains far from certain that Gore and Chernomyrdin can meet the standard of success they agreed upon that night last month: the safe return of Kosovar refugees. Still, it is hard to imagine a worse disaster for Gore than the prospect of a campaign season with U.S. ground troops in a war with the Serbs...
Here is a standard time-travel movie, tarted up with a lot of virtual-reality twaddle. Shuttling back and forth between the present and a distinctly low-rent version of Los Angeles in 1937, a techno-nerd (Craig Bierko) must consider the possibility that he murdered his mentor-boss (Armin Mueller-Stahl) and doesn't remember doing so. While he creates an agreeably menacing atmosphere, Rusnak never makes us care particularly about anyone. One finds oneself praying for a wowing special-effects sequence. Or anything else that would jolt this movie out of its inconsequence...