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<title>
Jan. 22, 1990: A Whole Lot Of Quaking
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Jan. 22, 1990 A Murder In Boston
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
CINEMA, Page 57
A Whole Lot of Quaking
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<body>
<p>By Richard Schickel
</p>
<qt> <l>TREMORS</l>
<l>Directed by Ron Underwood</l>
<l>Screenplay by S.S. Wilson and Brent Maddock</l>
</qt>
<p> White sales, the first days of a New Year's-resolution diet,
an entry in a magazine subscription sweepstakes: January is a
month of small hopes. And of petty disappointments: you know
that the queen-size percales are going to be sold out, that you
are going to succumb to a chocolate fit and that Ed McMahon is
not going to appear on the doorstep and hand you a
million-dollar check.
</p>
<p> In seasons past, Hollywood has not been as helpful as it
might have been in lifting dulled spirits. Having hyped
themselves into exhaustion with their holiday releases and
feeling their annual Oscar anxiety beginning to build, the
studios get the January blahs just like the rest of us. Here,
have another helping of turkey hash.
</p>
<p> This year, though, a youthful team of sci-fientists has
brought out an anti-depressant that actually works, because it
stirs only cautious hopes for a couple of laughs and a few
innocent thrills, then genially, inventively exceeds them. Its
brand name is Tremors, and the curious thing about it is that
it is based on an ancient formula, practically a folk remedy:
a small isolated community is disturbed first by mysterious
rumblings, then by alarming disappearances and deaths, after
which large, smart, implacable creatures manifest themselves
and desperate defenses are improvised by a cast that is not
obviously wiser or braver than the average audience.
</p>
<p> The featured creatures this time are gigantic earthworms,
30 ft. long, capable of comic-alarming subterranean rapid
transit (you just see this furrow moving across the desert at
Road Runner speed). When they surface, they reveal trifurcated
tongues, each extension ending in a funny-nasty suction cup.
In other words, they are great special effects, informed by the
mutant-monster tradition of '50s horror movies but satirizing
that tradition in a delicate way--neither condescending nor
indulgent.
</p>
<p> The town they are terrorizing holds a meeting to name their
antagonists, decides "graboids" will do nicely and starts
dithering over defensive strategies. Perfection, Nev., by this
time has a total population of nine, not counting the plucky
visiting geologist (Finn Carter), but it has all the social
stratums a movie needs to make funky, glancing social
commentary, rather in the manner of a country-and-western song.
The entire upper class is represented by a survivalist couple
</p>
<p>employ their expensive arsenal against something, anything. The
middle class, all four of them, is variously unaware,
unconcerned and unprepared for emergency. Populism being the
operative spirit of this genre, it is up to Perfection's
two-man lower class, Val and Earl (adorable Kevin Bacon and
solid Fred Ward), to get their betters organized. They make
their living doing odd jobs, bicker laconically, dream of urban
glamour, can't imagine how to obtain it. But staring into a
graboid's gaping mouth, they're the kind of guys--resourceful,
practical, unflappable--you want on your side.
</p>
<p> And for all those staring into an empty January evening,
this is the kind of good basic movie everyone hopes is lurking
out there and rarely is. Shrewdly, unpretentiously written,
energetically directed and played with high comic conviction,
Tremors is bound to become a cult classic.
</p>
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