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...pulpit, this time to eulogize his nephew behind the closed doors of the Church of St. Thomas More in New York City, we could not hear the quiver in his voice. And we didn't have to. It was there in the practiced cadences, the defiant wit, the stubborn Catholicism that insists on seeing all the way to the gates of heaven. "He and his bride have gone to be with his mother and father, where there will never be an end to love," Kennedy said. And he promised that this family, at least, this old and bruised and sturdy...
Kennedy was a distinctly average student, restless in class, jiggling his leg nervously, rarely speaking. His mother told him not to worry about his poor spelling; his father's had been atrocious as well. As he grew up, however, the Kennedy wit began to assert itself. In seventh grade his class was assigned to write a short play, classmate Peter Blauner remembers, and Kennedy wrote a play about being unable to write a play. "He was riffing about the various characters he'd tried to create," says Blauner, "from a ballet dancer to a deranged pretzel vendor in Central Park...
Emerging valiantly from the debris are the two young stars. Dunst, 17, has grown up smartly before the camera; she has poise, wit and great dimples. Richards, 27 but plausibly teenish, uses her huge doll eyes (somehow calculating and dazed) and her brilliant teeth (all 50 or 60 of them, lined up like chorines ready to please the sugar daddies) to make Becky both the apotheosis and the parody of a precocious beauty-contestant pro. These are actresses worth watching, performances worth saving...
This holds true for Tigermilk as much as it does for Belle and Sebastian's more recent work. Many of the songs, intensely personal, describe states of being and moods of troubled 20-year-olds. Yet far from being self-indulgent fluff, a perceptive and sharp wit prevents the songs from growing tiresome. On the opening track, Murdoch confides, "The priest in the booth had a photographic memory for all he had heard. He took all of my sins, and he wrote a pocket novel called The State I Am In. And so I gave myself to God, there...
...fellow fellows--all selected on the strength of their screenplays--have wrung wit and wisdom out of racial stereotypes, the paralysis of guilt, the gift of redemption. Five of the eight are women, two are black, one is Native American and another is Asian. They have one thing in common: a story to tell. Which, in Hollywood these days, passes for experimental filmmaking...