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July 13, 1992: Reviews:Short Takes
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
July 13, 1992 Inside the World's Last Eden
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 81
SHORT TAKES
MUSIC
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<p> The Next Incarnation
</p>
<p> Call them the ever-shrinking group. In their earliest days
the B-52S were a quintet riding the new-wave crest, but the
death of guitarist Ricky Wilson and the recent resignation of
vocalist Cindy Wilson have dwindled the group to a trio. Still,
as their seventh album, Good Stuff, demonstrates, their talent
has by no means diminished. What were once "rapid-fire three-way
vocals," as singer Kate Pierson calls them, are now
back-and-forth dialogues between Pierson and Fred Schneider.
Familiar motifs abound: hot pants, UFOs and mother earth. The
music on the album is just as colorful as its cover design, with
lyrics full of sex and in-your-face politics. And, in true B-52s
fashion, still as infectious, each tune inspiring a hip-shaking
jig.
</p>
<p> TELEVISION
</p>
<p> League of His Own
</p>
<p> Sparky Smith (Joe Mantegna) is a hotheaded baseball
manager who loses his job with the Seattle Mariners and winds
up coaching a squad of inept Russians. But THE COMRADES OF
SUMMER is more than just a Slavic Bad News Bears. Shot in the
former Soviet Union, the HBO film nicely mixes savvy baseball
comedy with post-cold war satire: Sparky has to scrounge for
equipment on the black market, holds practices in a cavernous
warehouse and listens sadly to Voice of America broadcasts as
his Mariners head for the World Series. (It's a fantasy.)
Mantegna is delightfully dour, and the film knows its
capabilities: it doesn't swing for the fences, but gets a lot
of sharp singles.
</p>
<p> THEATER
</p>
<p> Rash Impulses
</p>
<p> Without aiding Jesse Helms, might one advise performance
artists that there are worthier topics than graphic details of
sexual awakening? David Drake's THE NIGHT LARRY KRAMER KISSED
ME comes from a radicalized gay who is too busy satirizing
cruising in bars and gyms to define the thinking that shaped
him. Josh Kornbluth's RED DIAPER BABY is less ably performed yet
livelier because it recounts a more exotic upbringing -- as a
son of doctrinaire U.S. communists. But Kornbluth barely hints
at his own political evolution after an eye-opening trip to
Russia, while devoting queasily explicit minutes to losing his
virginity. Both off-Broadway shows squander serious
opportunities in exchange for laughs or titillation.
</p>
<p> CINEMA
</p>
<p> Portrait of a Psycho in Blue
</p>
<p> UNLAWFUL ENTRY is a movie just waiting to be denounced by
some presidential candidate. It's not completely anticop, but
a desperate pol could read it that way. Rogue Los Angeles
bluecoat Pete Davis (Ray Liotta) has some very weird ideas about
protecting and serving Michael and Karen Carr (Kurt Russell and
Madeleine Stowe). He comes to investigate a burglary at their
house and stays to hit on her and harass him, after Michael sees
through his bulletproof vest of politesse to the psychopath
beneath. Liotta's chilly boyishness is hypnotic. Jonathan
Kaplan's film is a little distant and a lot manipulative, as it
reminds some of us paranoiacs that you don't have to be Rodney
King to get more police attention than you really want or need.
</p>
<p> BOOKS
</p>
<p> Just for Kicks
</p>
<p> Stephen King returns from the crypt with GERALD'S GAME
(Viking; $23.50) his 27th novel. The game begins on an average
day in an airy summer house in Maine. Jessie Burlingame agrees
to let her husband Gerald try a little bedtime bondage, but
somewhere along the line he gets nasty -- and so does she,
dispensing a vicious kick that leads to a fatal heart attack.
Here lies Gerald, and so does Jessie, cuffed to the bedstead as
a mad dog scratches at the door. Meanwhile, her mind and memory
play hideous tricks, as the ghosts of her sexually abused
childhood rise up to terrorize her. This is the old Helpless
Woman in the Haunted House number, but refreshed by a
combination King has rarely used before: subtle plotting and
acute psychological insight.
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