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Lapotaire renders Piaf, the diminutive poet-songstress of the pre-dawn city blues, with matchless psychological fidelity. She gives us Piaf, whom the French called the Sparrow, as an eagle in courage. She makes us know Piaf soul-seared, the Paris gutter urchin, the cagey whore whom the world came to hold in the embrace of fame but who could not keep her own life from seeping through her splayed fingers, at 47 in 1963 spent by alcohol, morphine, sex and cancer...
...acquired an exaggerated reputation as a composer, Swados displays an anemic talent for making anything remotely resembling good music. For someone who is 29, she is strangely fixated on the '60s. Her songs, both for Alice in Concert and her previous show Runaways, a short-lived paean to urchin street vandals, sound, at their very best, like numbers that the composers of Hair threw in the wastebasket...
...first view, Lonnie Wayne Burke (Griffin Dunne) is a criminal street urchin who almost seems afraid of his $2 handgun. A scruffy pressagent, Manny Alter, played with drooling opportunism by Larry Block, sees the chance to turn Lonnie into a lethal hot property. Decking the punk in a skeleton suit and dubbing him "the Halloween Killer," Manny starts Lonnie on the garish glory road to 27 murders. The tabloids swiftly pick up the scent (THE HALLOWEEN KILLER STALKS JACKIE O.). Smarmy talk-show hosts fawn on him, paperback offers and film rights proliferate, and Lonnie makes big bad bawdy whoopee...
...cast up by the tide, an urchin messenger, shod in jogging sneakers, knocks on Oliver's door. This is Carrie (Gilda Radner), a child bride of 22 going on eleven. She heartbrokenly announces that Nora is having an affair with her husband Peter. Peter (David Rasche), a multimillionaire, "is rich for a living," and he must have spied Carrie from his private jet, since he could scarcely have been smitten by her at Polaroid range...
Rockers' predecessor, The Harder They Come, has a tiny mythic quality. It beats one song into a sandy grave but maintains a quick, urchin-like pace that never gets lost in the narrow, winding streets of Kingston. Rockers, simpler and less violent, doesn't show as much of the city, sticking primarily to the Rasta neighborhoods where life is slower...