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Aug. 24, 1992: Reviews:Short Takes
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Aug. 24, 1992 George Bush: The Fight of His Life
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 69
SHORT TAKES
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<p>CINEMA: A Big Bet On Boxing
</p>
<p> Municipal corruption in Diggstown is presided over by
snaky-mean John Gillon (Bruce Dern), who has a special interest
in its boxing arena. A con man named Gabriel Caine (James Woods)
ultimately induces him to bet all his money on a series of
boxing matches. There are to be 10 of them in 24 hours, each
pitting a local tough against "Honey" Roy Palmer (Louis Gossett
Jr.), who is unknown to these red-necks. If Palmer wins all his
bouts, he and Gabriel will make millions. This unlikely and
farcical situation is not well suited to director Michael
Ritchie, whose gift is for sardonic realism. And 10 fights in
a row get monotonous. Diggstown is at best an amiable mess,
never as funny or suspenseful as it wants to be.
</p>
<p>THEATER: British Send-Up
</p>
<p> Tom Stoppard's later career, translating minor classics
(Molnar's Rough Crossing, Nestroy's On the Razzle) and turning
good novels into earnest screenplays (Billy Bathgate, The Russia
House), has disappointed fans of his early dazzling wordplay and
schoolboy ingenuity. Last week Broadway revived his glittering
past in a double bill of The Fifteen Minute Hamlet (1976), just
what the title suggests, and The Resl Inspector Hound (1968),
an exquisite mockery of the dreary mysteries that clog the
British stage and the critics who tout them. Simon Jones, all
pomposity and ambition, silkily plays a pseudocerebral reviewer.
David Healy is all lip-smacking crassness and jollity as a
dimmer rival.
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<p>MUSIC: Doing It His Way
</p>
<p> They were the Dan and Dave of country music. But during
the past two years, while Garth Brooks was busy moving country
into the mainstream, his main rival, Clint Black, was sidelined
with personal matters--a happy marriage to actress Lisa
Hartman and a messy separation from his manager Bill Ham. Now
Black is back with The Hard Way, a collection of 10 original
down-home tunes. It may be hard to believe that someone with his
squinty-eyed good looks knows so much about heartache, but Black
is at his best in weepers like Something to Cry About and Buying
Time--laments about cheating lovers, leaving lovers or having
no lovers at all. No need for tears, though. The Hard Way shows
that Black is still a winner.
</p>
<p>BOOKS: Dead Teen Heartthrob
</p>
<p> Talk about niche marketing! For The Love Of Robert E. Lee
(Soho; $20) sounds like a beach read for female Civil War buffs,
preferably of the Southern persuasion. But this first novel by
M.A. Harper is both a richly imagined life of Lee as tortured
family man and the coming-of-age tale of Garnet Laney, whose
modern teen torments are exacerbated by her mad crush on the
long-dead Savior of the South. Chapters (and prose styles)
alternate between South Carolina in 1966 and Lee's era with only
an occasional false note in either century. And just when
Garnet's obsession threatens credulity, a healing accident
leaves in its wake the awareness that we all--soldiers and
starry-eyed girls alike--are the imperfect reflections of our
family histories.
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<p>TELEVISION: Dark Business
</p>
<p> A Depression-era factory worker invents an engine that
runs on water. But instead of beating a path to his door, the
world tries to beat him into the ground. The Water Engine, a TNT
movie based on David Mamet's 1976 play, is a social-protest
melodrama with a dense Kafkaesque overlay: a vaguely threatening
chain letter snakes through town; odd, discomfiting
conversations are overheard on the bus; a sinister lawyer asks,
"Do you think I like conducting business in darkness?" Director
Steven Schachter, working from Mamet's script, sustains a mood
of edgy paranoia, and the cast of veteran Mamet interpreters
(William H. Macy, Joe Mantegna, Patti LuPone) couldn't be
better. Result: the most original and gripping TV movie since
Twin Peaks.
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