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...Tempest, Mazursky is describing not only a mid-life crisis but, metaphorically, the need of an artist-entertainer to escape the pressure to be both profitable and profound. "I wanna quit, I wanna get out, I wanna travel, dream, wander!" Cassavetes exclaims. Mazursky seconds the emotion the only way he knows how: by making a movie about not wanting to be involved in the business of moviemaking. Eventually, though, the artist must return home chaste and chastened. The climax of this two-hour 20-minute odyssey is a series of ecstatic helicopter shots over Lower Manhattan. It is a refreshing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Comic's Demons | 8/16/1982 | See Source »

...skirmishes that could end only in conquest or stalemate, never détente. Who knows how to talk to them? A young man's sensible priorities- pro football, rhythm and blues, hanging out-were adolescent irrelevancies to his date, or even his mate. Then again, why bother? "You wanna talk," philosophizes one fellow in this terrific little comedy, "you always got the guys at the diner...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Five Friends | 4/19/1982 | See Source »

...folks at the College Board, most of whom hadn't seen a real live student since 1950, were more amused than anything else at the kinds of questions I told them my friends kept asking me, like, "Oh, you're working for the ETS. Wanna touch up my transcript?" Or, "Oh, you're making up the SATs. My sister's going into her senior year...

Author: By Amy E. Schwartz, | Title: Verbal Aptitude | 3/9/1982 | See Source »

...concert as a 12-minute finale; but on the record it drags. A no-holds-barred rock-and-roll opening gives way to a meditative break, as Jeffreys talks of how his father beat him up. "I hated those days," he needlessly comments. The fans (with prompting) chant "Wanna give to you, my body and soul", and then the uptempo returns and Jeffreys declares "Nobody can hit me now, nobody can touch...

Author: By David M. Handelman, | Title: The Demons of Pseudo-Euro-Disco; Jeffreys, Hunter, Kinks & Stones Redux | 10/29/1981 | See Source »

...puffs a bearded, slightly paunchy fellow in a yellow t-shirt. He reaches the cairn that marks the top, looks around for a few seconds, then squats and pulls a joint out of his pocket. And asks, pleasantly, "Wanna get high...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: High on Life | 10/5/1981 | See Source »

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