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May 30, 1994: Cinema:Maverick Is Painless
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
May 30, 1994 Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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THE ARTS & MEDIA: CINEMA, Page 60
Maverick Is Painless, The Flintstones Is Fun
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<p>By Richard Schickel
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<p> Neither of the two brand-new, big-budget, TV-derived summer
movies will do you any harm, and one actually succeeds pretty
well. The best (and worst) you can say about Maverick is that
it does the job--it allows you to spend a perfectly agreeable
evening without making you feel completely stupid or totally
conned. The film offers us Mel Gibson as a new Bret Maverick,
the Western gambler, as well as the old TV Maverick, James Garner,
now playing a wry frontier sheriff. These two guys can make
you smile contentedly even when the script is wandering and
they're just sort of standing around waiting for its next good
part to develop. Jodie Foster has to work harder as a gambling
lady who exists mostly to bicker with Bret, but she's game.
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<p> The story is nothing much: Maverick trying to round up the money
to enter a high-stakes poker game before it starts. Writer William
Goldman (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid) and director Richard
Donner (the Lethal Weapon series) both seem to understand that
the TV Maverick offered tinkly satirical relief from the other
Western programs of the day, which took themselves so seriously.
If the filmmakers lose the show's sharpness by converting it
to the large screen with broad gestures, they can live with
it. Doubtless all the rest of us can too.
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<p> The Flintstones fares better than Maverick. In Bedrock the finest
restaurant is the Cavern on the Green. Down at the drive-in
they're playing Tar Wars. People talk about spending a relaxing
week in Rocapulco. Puns may be the lowest form of humor, but
in this movie such wordplay is the only possible accompaniment
for the pictureplay that runs throughout this merry story of
"a modern Stone Age fam-i-lee": newspapers carved in stone;
cars powered by feet; prehistoric creatures employed as primitive,
parodic versions of contemporary labor-saving devices (dinosaurs
are adapted to be lawn mowers, garbage disposals, even a bowling-alley
pinsetter). Yes, it's business as it usually was on the old
animated TV show. But nothing has been lost--or worse, inflated
out of proportion--in translating the program to the big screen
in a live-action version whose story, believe it or not, takes
up white-collar crime, technology-induced unemployment and even
the homeless.
</p>
<p> John Goodman and Elizabeth Perkins as the eponymous heads of
household, Rick Moranis and Rosie O'Donnell as the Rubbles,
and Elizabeth Taylor, who plays Fred's insulting, overbearing
mother-in-law, all tread a nice, comically persuasive line between
caricature and naturalism under Brian Levant's direction. And
while more than 30 writers worked on the screenplay and untold
numbers labored to re-create the ambiance and effects that the
animators once tossed off with a few squiggles of their pencils,
The Flintstones doesn't feel overcalculated, over-produced or
overthought. Nor, however, is it aimed solely at "the young
and the thumbless" (to borrow the name of Bedrock's favorite
soap opera). Once again, prehistory has been good to the film's
producer, billed here as Steven Spielrock.
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