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<text id=90TT0333>
<title>
Feb. 05, 1990: Rushes
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Feb. 05, 1990 Mandela:Free At Last?
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
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CINEMA, Page 73
Rushes
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<p>MEN DON'T LEAVE
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<p> Dad's a swell guy. He has an easy rapport with his two sons
that their tense mom (Jessica Lange) can't match. If he has a
flaw, it's that he dies 15 minutes into a movie that is as
tender and strained as his newly widowed wife. Men Don't Leave,
written by Barbara Benedek and director Paul Brickman, gets
promising when Lange lurches toward psychotic withdrawal from
this grave new world, even as her kids accommodate themselves
to it quickly. But a TV-movie moral awaits at the end, as
comforting and predictable as a public-service commercial. For
the real goods on women without men, and on the hold the dead
have over the living, skip Men Don't Leave and catch up with
its thrilling, high-fantasy counterpart, Always, still playing
at a theater near you.
</p>
<p>EVERYBODY WINS
</p>
<p> In his time, Karel Reisz directed Morgan!, The Loves of
Isadora and The French Lieutenant's Woman. In his day, Arthur
Miller wrote Death of a Salesman. What, then, are they doing
in a small Connecticut town, mixing up with hookers and private
eyes? Don't ask them. Don't ask anyone who has seen the result
of their collaboration, Everybody Wins. At times it promises
to be a study in miscarried justice--an innocent youth
imprisoned for a murder he did not commit. At other times it
seems to be about all-encompassing municipal corruption. There
are moments between the detective (Nick Nolte) and the flaky
strumpet (Debra Winger) when it edges toward, of all things,
screwball comedy. But it never settles for long on any style
or viewpoint, and it arrives at no dramatic conclusion. In
other words, it is a lot like ordinary life, which accounts for
its occasional charms. But it is never much like a movie, which
accounts for its failure to sustain the viewer's attention.
</p>
<p>INTERNAL AFFAIRS
</p>
<p> Dennis Peck (Richard Gere) has so many wives and children
by his various marriages that he doesn't know what to do.
Except steal to support them. And, for relaxation, lure other
men's wives into extramarital affairs. He may be the most
thoroughly corrupt (and corrupting) cop in an overcrowded movie
field. His response to a departmental investigation is to
threaten to seduce the wife of head detective Raymond Avila
(Andy Garcia) if Avila doesn't quash the case. No question about
it, Internal Affairs is a nasty, sometimes brutal, piece of
work. But Gere is hypnotic, writer Henry Bean's construction
is entertainingly intricate, and director Mike Figgis knows how
to turn on a subtle, authentic erotic heat.
</p>
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</article>
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