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Director George Lucas has come out with a film that has "Billion Dollar Baby" stamped all over it. Star Wars is a rousing crowdpleaser, a reaffirmation that the good guys still win some of the time, and an affectionate needle at the legendary Flash Gordon movies of yesteryear all wrapped into one very slick package. And while devotees of the sci-fi movie genre may not take too kindly to the implicit parody of their chosen cult contained in Lucas' film, the dazzling special effects of Star Wars by themselves should prove sufficient to eclipse any lingering qualms they might...
...your yearning for the good old anxieties of yesteryear-that is, the late '50s and early '60s-is simply uncontrollable, you could do worse than spend a couple of hours with Twilight's Last Gleaming. In it, a gang of desperate men seize a SAC missile silo in the Far West and threaten to unleash its contents on Russian targets, thus precipitating World War III, unless the President of the U.S. accedes to their demands...
...party around. The Republicans are still racked by divisions and face a tough, intelligent opponent, Jimmy Carter, who has come out of rural Georgia to lead a revitalized Democratic Party. While the Democrats were flaunting their new faces, the Republicans at the convention almost symbolically paraded such figures of yesteryear as Alf Landon, 88, and Barry Goldwater, 67, the badly defeated presidential candidates of 1936 and 1964. (Another face from the past, Movie Star Gary Grant, 72, made a relentlessly cute appearance to introduce Betty Ford...
Perhaps more to the point, Du Font's department managers are being leaned on to produce profits. The near autonomy of yesteryear has been abolished through ever increasing central control. Says Shapiro: "No question, we're mean, tough s.o.b.s." The result: the giant of the Brandywine is paying less attention to laurels and more to cold cash...
...food is better than at Fenway, and the crowd about five times as hysterical, middle-class families risking their savings and lumpenproletarians (pimps, mutes, cripples) predominating. The dogs themselves add to the Weimar-like irrationality: a heavy favorite can, like one sure thing in a class D match of yesteryear, simply lie down on the track, look at the crowd and take a piss, while the fans that bet on him (her) scream for blood. From Class D the dogs are sent to various ethnic restaurants in the area...