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Dec. 28, 1992: Reviews:Short Takes
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Dec. 28, 1992 What Does Science Tell Us About God?
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 73
SHORT TAKES
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<p> VIDEO: Celebrity Breakdown
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<p> In the last years of his life (he died of cancer in 1984),
comedian Andy Kaufman developed an inexplicable obsession with
professional wrestling. First he satirized the macho sport by
wrestling women, crowning himself the Intergender Champion. Then
he launched a feud with Memphis, Tennessee, wrestler Jerry
Lawler, and things began to get out of hand. He was seriously
injured more than once, goaded the "hick" Memphis fans with
increasing venom and began to worry even his closest friends.
ANDY KAUFMAN: I'M FROM HOLLYWOOD (Shanachie Home Video), an
extraordinary account of Kaufman's ring exploits, chronicles
what was either the shrewdest put-on in comedy history or a
brilliant performer's mental breakdown. Your call.
</p>
<p> MUSIC: Bow vs. Baton
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<p> Where did Mstislav Rostropovich go wrong? The retiring
music director of Washington's National Symphony was one of
America's cold war trophies, but his baton work has only rarely
matched his peerless way with the cello. Consider a new
Italian-issued CD (Intaglio) with Gennady Rozhdestvensky and the
London Symphony, recorded in Carnegie Hall in 1967. Rostropovich
sails through Tchaikovsky's Pezzo Capriccioso and digs into
Prokofiev's Concertino, written for the cellist and completed
by him after Prokofiev's death in 1953. But the glory of the
recording is a magisterial reading of Elgar's Cello Concerto;
Rostropovich's probing musical mind goes to the heart of this
sorrowful masterpiece and brings balm to its unquiet soul.
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<p> MUSIC: Backwoods Beau
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<p> He has the sort of voice you might hear wafting pure and
plaintive from the holding tank in a county jail. With the face
of an orphaned angel, STACY DEAN CAMPBELL offers no fuss, no
frills, just righteous white-boy blues ("Would you run away from
me/ If I came crawlin' back to you"). His debut album, Lonesome
Wins Again, is 10 sticks of slow-fused Nashville dynamite from
his own pen and those of top country songsmiths Don Schlitz and
Jamie O'Hara. The best tunes, including Baby Don't You Know and
I Won't, take you two-stepping back to 1957--rockabilly prime
time--when Marty Robbins, the Everly Brothers and Don Gibson
were teaching city kids how country sounds: like a murmur from
the echo chamber of a broken heart.
</p>
<p> BOOKS: Defense Slash, Shabby Secrets
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<p> THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER, by Nelson DeMille (Warner Books;
$21.95), a gaudy, cinematic thriller, is two or three levels
better than routine, partly because the author's sentences march
well. That never hurts. The setting is a dormant military base
in Georgia just after the Gulf War. Officers worried about their
careers are trying to look busy. Paul Brenner, a criminal
investigator for the Army, is there to sort out the bizarre sex
murder of Captain Ann Campbell, daughter of the base's
commanding general and, not coincidentally, lover of virtually
every man on the general's staff. Brenner, digging out secrets
that are brutal, sexist and shabby, carries out his duties with
a "bleep you, sir" style that onetime soldiers will cherish.
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<p> THEATER: Dream Mythology
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<p> Nothing makes an opera more classical than a mythological
subject, and nothing makes it more modern than psychology.
Playwright Craig Lucas (Prelude to a Kiss) and composer Gerald
Busby fuse the two in ORPHEUS IN LOVE, an off-Broadway retelling
of the Orpheus legend--mingling hints of Oedipus--in which
the characters are music teachers or pupils and hell is inter
woven with high school. The sound, too, (by a string quartet,
piano and two bassoons) hovers between melodic-traditional and
staccato-modern. Kirsten Sanderson's witty staging deftly evokes
dreams--their fleeting lyricism, transposed logic, sexual
ambiguity and poignant blend of chagrin and nostalgia.
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