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Aug. 10, 1992: Reviews:Short Takes
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Aug. 10, 1992 The Doomsday Plan
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 69
SHORT TAKES
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<p>MUSIC: At the End, A Miss by Miles
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<p> Although both rely on improvisation and solos, jazz and
rap have never found much common ground. The great jazz
trumpeter Miles Davis was in a recording studio trying to remedy
this at the time he died last September. But the unfinished
album, Doo-Bop, recorded with the rapper Easy Mo Bee, merely
skims the rich possibilities of a synthesis. Mo Bee and Davis
perform together on just three of the record's nine cuts. Even
then, they do not unite. While Mo Bee's rapping is nimble and
sharp, and Davis' muted horn hot and restless, the numbers have
a slapped-together, disconnected feeling, like a long-distance
correspondence between strangers. Jazz fans, like rap fans, tend
to be purists. Both will be frustrated by this record.
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<p>MUSIC: Private Journey
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<p> The supple guitar riffs and fluid compositions of Pat
Metheny are still the best evidence around that jazz-pop fusion
works. But Secret Story is not just another eloquent
instrumental statement. It is a "theme" album with a surprising
subject: Pat Metheny. The tracks form an emotional though
virtually wordless chronicle of his ill-fated romance with a
Brazilian woman. Above the Treetops uses a sweet-voiced
Cambodian women's choir to herald the excitement of new love.
The intensity builds through the poignant Longest Summer (on
which Metheny makes his piano debut). The wrenching finale, Not
to Be Forgotten, won't be. And neither will Metheny's daring new
venture into himself.
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<p>CINEMA: Panic at First Bite
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<p> Imagine that the last in a centuries-long line of vampire
exterminators is an airhead Los Angeles adolescent. Imagine that
her secret weapon against the children of the night is her "keen
fashion sense." Imagine a good, cute actress named Kristy
Swanson as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and a piquantly mixed cast
that includes Luke Perry and Donald Sutherland. By now, you are
perhaps dreaming that this summer's most pressing need--for
a funny sleeper--has been fulfilled. Wrong. Or, as Buffy says,
"Does the word duh mean anything to you?" It does to director
Fran Rubel Kuzui, whose frenzied mistrust of her material is
almost total. Somebody should have given her a garlic necklace--or a Miltown--and told her to chill out.
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<p>VIDEO: A Cult Classic Resurfaces
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<p> Phone rings, door chimes, in comes Original Cast Album:
Company. At 10 one May Sunday morning in 1970, cinema verite
filmmaker D.A. Pennebaker (Monterey Pop) took his camera into
the studio to document the recording of Company, the witty,
brittle musical that established Stephen Sondheim as Broadway's
premier lyricist-composer. Pennebaker fashioned the joy and
angst of the 18 1/2-hr. endeavor into a thrilling mini-musical
in itself. Virtually unseen for two decades, the film is now
available on video (RCA Victor). High points: Dean Jones
earnestly attacking Being Alive, Elaine Stritch agonizing
through The Ladies Who Lunch. As a good show should, the 53-min.
video leaves its audience craving more.
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<p>BOOKS: The Real Thing
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<p> Existential thrillers are the UFOs of literature.
Everybody has heard about them, but few have actually seen one.
A. Alvarez's Day OF Atonement (Random House; $21) is the real
thing: the story of the Constantines, a middle-aged couple with
one friend too many. Tommy Apple dies under mysterious
circumstances, leaving his property to Joe, whom he liked, and
Judy, whom he loved. The estate turns out to be worth millions--some of it from drug sales. Moral and marital dilemmas,
close-ups of traffic-jammed London, episodes with dealers and
police provide enough suspense to fuel a dozen novels. It is
unlikely that any could keep pace with the work of Alvarez,
whose most famous book, The Savage God, was a study of suicide.
This one examines homicide, with even more disturbing results.
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