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June 22, 1992: Short Takes
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
June 22, 1992 Allergies
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 79
Short Takes
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<p> TELEVISION
Putting a Scandal In Perspective
</p>
<p> Twenty years later, much about the exhaustively
investigated Watergate affair remains a mystery. In a two-hour
CBS documentary, WATERGATE: THE SECRET STORY, to be aired this
Wednesday, Mike Wallace puts the scandal in perspective and
elicits new facts from participants. Howard Hunt says a goal was
to uncover illegal foreign funds going to the Democrats. Wallace
reveals a memo from Nixon speechwriter Pat Buchanan urging use
of "a sharp stick" to destroy Democrat Edmund Muskie, and Donald
Segretti describes the "dirty tricks" used to accomplish that
goal. Bob Woodward adds a few tiny details about "Deep Throat,"
and the show concludes with the parlor game of guessing just who
he might be.
</p>
<p> CINEMA
Table Talk
</p>
<p> It's not that Spalding Gray didn't want to work on his
novel, the MONSTER IN A BOX of this well-filmed monologue. It's
that he can't resist interruption. So he totes the manuscript
with him to Los Angeles (surviving earthquakes and agents), on
a fact-finding mission to Nicaragua (seeing one of his party go
mad) and to Moscow (enduring an unaccountable vodka shortage).
He also deals with aids anxiety and other distractions. Ironic
and self-deprecating (his own description), he's neither wildly
comic nor deeply dramatic. He's more like a good dinner-table
talker, an agreeable anecdotalist with a nice sense of the
ridiculous. Oh, yes, somehow he finished the book. It's in the
stores now.
</p>
<p> MUSIC
Punkish Hunk
</p>
<p> The punkish hairdo, nose-tackle musculature and down-home
insolence give BILLY RAY CYRUS the look of one of those
roadhouse dudes Thelma and Louise ought to blast into the next
county. But when this rockabilly baritone swivels out of his
shirt while performing his sing-along smash, Achy Breaky Heart,
the ladies wilt. In three months Cyrus, 30, has rocketed from
nowhere (or the nearest thing: Flatwoods, Ky.) to No. 1 on the
pop charts. Is this Elvis? Bruce? Actually, neither. Aside from
Achy Breaky, Cyrus has only one memorable song -- the
sour-grapes rouser Could've Been Me -- on his Some Gave All
debut album. And even now he could use a charisma injection.
But, hell, let Billy Ray enjoy his nine-days'-wonder status.
It's nine days more than most people get.
</p>
<p> THEATER
Embers of Resentment
</p>
<p> In seemingly every family, one adult child takes on an
undue share of care giving for aged parents while another
accepts only token responsibility lest it get in the way of his
or her dreams. Although the moral issues involved might seem
straightforward, Arthur Miller made them rich and intriguingly
complex in THE PRICE, his 1968 tale of two brothers dividing the
petty sticks of furniture that constitute their father's estate.
The play returned to Broadway last week in an impeccable
staging, with film veteran Hector Elizondo (Pretty Woman) giving
the performance of his career as the resentful, duty-bound
brother and Eli Wallach wringing every imaginable laugh from a
tragicomic turn as an 89-year-old immigrant furniture dealer.
</p>
<p> BOOKS
Little Lost Me
</p>
<p> There ought to be a shelf of books on Frances Lear's lurid
life. Adopted by a vindictive mother and molested repeatedly by
a stepfather, she later had three marriages (one to TV producer
Norman Lear), countless affairs, numerous addictions and bouts
of therapy. Yet she managed to climb the garment-industry
ladder and found Lear's magazine. So why does THE SECOND
SEDUCTION (Knopf; $19) seem so enervating at a mere 190 sparsely
printed pages? For one thing, she never describes the horrors
of drugs or the excitement of creating a magazine. For all her
vaunted feminism, she is too absorbed in self-pity to make her
story real or dramatic to others. Or the answer may be simpler
and sadder: the eloquence needed to share a complex life was
far beyond her capacity to write.
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