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Oct. 28, 1991: View Points:Cinema
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Oct. 28, 1991 Ollie North:"Reagan Knew Everything"
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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VIEW POINTS, Page 101
CINEMA
Speak Up, We Can't Hear You
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<p>By Richard Schickel
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<p> Gus Van Sant adores characters who are literally too
sensitive for words. This recommends his work to the serious
younger audience, which tends to mime its discontents by
striking sullen poses. But it is not a useful attribute for a
maker of sound movies. Neither is Van Sant's disdain for
narrative. He got away with Drugstore Cowboy because its band
of drugged-out dodoes were engaged in a petty crime spree that
almost passed for a plot. But My Own Private Idaho is a
different story. Or rather nonstory, in which a pair of
homosexual hustlers (River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves) search
inconclusively for the meaning of their lives. What plot it has
is borrowed, improbably, from Henry IV, and whenever anyone
manages to speak an entire paragraph, it is usually a
Shakespearean paraphrase. But this is a desperate imposition on
an essentially inert film. There's more drama, and comedy, in
the reviews of critics who committed themselves to Van Sant's
anti-Establishment genius after Cowboy and are trying to justify
their enthusiasm now. Talk about desperation!
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