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...regression"--that man somehow can move backward in evolutionary history, eventually reaching the moment of creation--consumes Eddie for the rest of the film. He brings the Joy Juice back to Harvard Medical School, continues to chug it, and wreaks havoc on his tank, his marriage and the Boston Zoo...
Poor Omega. Once the pride of the Brookfield (Ill.) Zoo, he is now an outcast. Rejected by two female companions, the hefty 450-lb. gorilla sits alone in his cage, forlornly munching on alfalfa or taking a lackadaisical swing on the rubber tire hanging from his ceiling. Omega's problem is that he is sterile...
...problem, according to primatologists who met in Atlanta last month to discuss gorilla fecundity, is that baby gorillas have often been hand-raised by solicitous zookeepers. So they never learned the requisite gorilla social graces, including the nuances of courtship. Says James Doherty of New York's Bronx Zoo: "You get a gorilla that thinks he's people and not a gorilla...
...Zoos will also probably have to give up the custom of pairing baby male and female gorillas. The practice may make them feel and act more like brother and sister than lovers when they reach sexual maturity (at about age eight). At the Cincinnati Zoo, for instance, a male named Mgolo delighted in pummeling Penelope, who had shared a cage with him since infancy. She refused to breed with him. Only after she had been moved in with another couple did she find her true love. As a result of this and similar matchmaking, the zoo now has 14 offspring...
...boxing sequences (which amount to barely a dozen minutes of the movie's two hours plus) are as violent, controlled, repulsive and exhilarating as anything in the genre. Scorsese layers the sound track with grunts and screams, animal noises that seem to emanate from hell's zoo. The camera muscles into the action, peering from above, from below, from the combatant's point of view, panning 360° as a doomed fighter spins toward the canvas. Smoke, sweat, flesh and blood become Jackson Pollock abstractions as they pound home the essential blood lust of those sweet sciences...