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- REVIEWS, Page 75SHORT TAKES
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- TELEVISION: Prescription Refilled
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- You have to say this about Fox sitcoms: They've certainly
- got a style. RACHEL GUNN, R.N., the network's new Sunday-night
- entry, displays all the earmarks that TV critics have grown to
- know and hate: broad gags, crass caricatures and a nervy
- avoidance of sentimentality. The show, set in a kooky hospital,
- has no pretensions to realism, or even to common sense, and the
- jokes seem a quaint throwback to an earlier comedy era ("You can
- call me a doubting Thomas -- or you can call me Marlo Thomas .
- . ."). What makes it work is the zingy performances by
- Christine Ebersole (as feisty but lovable Nurse Gunn) and Kevin
- Conroy (as a conceited surgeon), two pros who tackle this fluff
- as if it were Moliere.
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- THEATER: Passion and Chintz
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- Like fellow cartoonists Jules Feiffer and Garry Trudeau,
- William Hamilton of the New Yorker plainly reckons that an eye
- for the absurdities of character and an ear for dialogue make
- him a playwright. But unlike those colleagues, he seems not to
- have grasped the basic dramatic principle that showing is
- better than telling. In his INTERIOR DECORATION, at San Diego's
- Old Globe Theater, a woman executive senses her biological
- clock ticking and fancies an even fancier executive as a sperm
- donor, but no more. They are introduced by their mutual interior
- decorators, and romantic complications ensue. Most of them,
- alas, happen offstage and are reported in monologues by the
- decorators.
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- CINEMA: B-Musing
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- Three murderous drug dealers (Billy Bob Thornton, Michael
- Beach, Cynda Williams) blast and bludgeon their way from Los
- Angeles to rural Arkansas and a face-off against a hick sheriff
- (Bill Paxton). Tracing a similar itinerary, ONE FALSE MOVE has
- snaked across the country. Too pensive for the action houses and
- way too violent for the croissant crowd, the movie has earned
- many critics' indulgences. It does have some B-movie virtues:
- director Carl Franklin gives the actors space to breathe the
- rancid air of paperback tough-guy tragedy; and Williams, with
- her lovely insolence, looks like star quality from here. But to
- pin four-star raves on this modest melodrama is to mistake a
- 7-Eleven candy snatcher for a master thriller killer.
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- BOOKS: Psychiatrist, Heal Thyself
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- Just in time for the annual August vacation of
- psychiatrists there arrives a splendid mystery set in the
- Jerusalem Psychoanalytic Institute. In THE SATURDAY MORNING
- MURDER (HarperCollins; $20), by Batya Gur, an analyst has been
- murdered. The suspects include her psychologically astute
- colleagues, who harbor mixed feelings about the victim.
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- The author sketches characters with deft, quick
- brushstrokes. Her chief detective is a former scholar who spots
- similarities between medieval guilds and the rigidly
- hierarchical institute. Throughout, Gur draws intriguing
- parallels between psychoanalysis and police detection. They are
- both lonely jobs, she writes, demanding time, patience and a
- sharp ear for the things that are not said.
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- MUSIC: Who's on First
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- The voice isn't what it was. Age and hard use have
- diminished its power so that, in his top register, ROGER DALTREY
- sounds like Jackie Wilson with strep throat. But the Who's
- former lead singer still has his cunning and intensity, on
- exemplary display in the new album Rocks in the Head. Best of
- all, Daltrey has found a stellar songwriting partner in producer
- Gerard McMahon. They get caustic in the power-pop You Can't Call
- It Love, sweetly paternal in Everything a Heart Could Ever Want
- (Willow) and incandescent in the set's first single, Days of
- Light. This infectious blue-collar anthem, which laces Crosby,
- Stills & Nash harmonies through a tune reminiscent of Dire
- Straits' Walk of Life, should keep roadhouses hopping in a daze
- of light every weekend this summer.
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