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...lank white hair and a serene face. That picture -- of a modern Merlin holding a gold totem -- is appropriate, for Muren, 45, is a wizard in the movie craft of computer graphics. In the bland ILM barracks in San Rafael, Calif., he and his merry alchemists wave a little wand over their Silicon Graphics VGX 340 terminals, and out comes the magic...
...They cried aloud and called to her. And straightway she came forth and opened the shining doors and bade them in, and all went with her in their heedlessness . . . Now when she had given them the cup and they had drunk it off, presently she smote them with a wand, and in the sties of swine she penned them. So they had the head and voice, and bristles and shape of swine, but their mind abode even...
...most Haitians remain optimistic. Says Jean-Claude Bajeux, a professor of theology and the head of Haiti's Ecumenical Human Rights Center: "He knows he alone can't change the country, and we can't ask him to make the changes with a magical wand." If the people remember that, then not even the army can stop Aristide's avalanche...
POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE. Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine embody the glamorous wit of Carrie Fisher's novel about an actress in rehab and her movie-star mom. Under the sorcerer's wand of director Mike Nichols, this terrific comedy is a Terms of Endearment in which nobody dies but everyone hurts...
...final triumph is Streep's. Forget the globe-trotting tragic-heroine roles that made her famous. Under the sorcerer's wand of director Nichols she proves again she is our finest comedienne; like the late Irene Dunne, she adds spin and sizzle to every bon mot. By sinking ever so slightly into world- weariness, Streep can locate the desperation in Suzanne's banter while keeping her delivery featherlight. And she can sing too, bringing her uniquely precise passion to ballads and down-home rave-ups. "I don't want life to imitate art," Suzanne says with her usual blithe exasperation...