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Show Page C4 Friday, April 1, 1983 Park City News PABB CITY Rick Orough S7Z 7 vJ ,, , A Till VM'i f KCI A I v lJL-ftli I !' tenia Tonight thru Saturday ROGER EDDY 030DP Hot Jazz flocfr from Monterey Friday CLOWN DAY PARTY 5G 4 to 5 Knockwurst & Set-ups Complimentary beer 5 to 6 Prizes awarded for best and worst costumes Monday Exotic male dancers Tuesday Go Go girls Next Wednesday and Thursday 1J0ET0II BUFFALO Tickets available at Cosmic Aeroplane, Smokey's Records, all Datatix Outlets & Cowboy Bar Liquor Store Friday, April 8 Fri.&Sat, April 8 &9 MUD WRESTLING i "LE BAUD ; neggae hock Happy Hour 6:00 to 7:00 and 12:00 to 1:00 a.m. 649-4146 A Classic Recommended Good double-feature double-feature material Time-killer For masochists only Even the smallest ads are read. V2 Spring Break At best, this teen-sex comedy may only be remembered re-membered for the line from one guy (after an orgy): "I still don't know what happened hap-pened to my underpants... I think they ate 'em." Two inexperienced white-bread white-bread kids (David Knell, Perry Lang) travel to Fort Lauderdale for spring vacation vaca-tion and befriend two swinging swing-ing black-haired New Yorkers (Paul Land, Steve Bassett). While the kids plunge into the festivities, the prudish politician-stepfather of one tries to find his kid and drag him away from the "fun." The old man almost looks sensible, since the fun consists con-sists of moronic activities such as beer-chugging, bikini bi-kini parades, belly-flop diving, div-ing, wet T-shirt contests, and nude groping. The prolonged, pro-longed, boring direction by Sean Cunningham ("Friday the 13th") shows that Cunningham Cun-ningham doesn't have much to hold an audience's interest without gory killings to rely on. The lead players have nice personalities (especially Steve Bassett, who is a younger, stoned Eastwood). But the jokes are ancient. When you see one of the celebrants walking through the whole movie in an ape suit, you know we're dealing here with 20-year-old "Beach Party" humor. V2 Looking-for Looking-for Mr. Goodworth Turgid movie about a neurotic neu-rotic school teacher who roams singles faculty lounges. Director Martin Scoressese ably evokes a sordid midnight mid-night world of casual pickups pick-ups and ACT scores, of lecture notes whispered and exchanged in dark corners, of test papers corrected under the sensual disco, lights. Diane Keaton is ultimately ridiculous, however, roam ing the bars with her forever-unanswered line: "Big guy, if you got a middle school, I'm just the one to handle it." At the climax, she tragically finds a pick up who's ready to stick it to her. The Advanced Placement scenes are not recommended for children. With an all-star cast: Gene Hackman as the besieged middle-school principal, prin-cipal, Mac Davis as the school board chairman, Meryl Streep as the board member caught in the middle mid-dle and Carrie Fisher as the young, mad-as-hell parent. Star Trek III: The Wrath of Rocky In a cunning move, Sylvester Sylves-ter Stallone and Paramount Studios have made an entertaining enter-taining picture that appeals to two widely different audiences. In this sequel, aliens force an arthritic Rocky Balboa to take on a resurrected Mr. Spock in a 12-round bout. Unfortunately, the picture comes to an abrupt end after 30 minutes, when the combatants com-batants enter the ring. Leonard Leo-nard Nimoy gives the Spock pinch to Balboa, and the brain-damaged fighter Rocky goes into a coma for about 800 years. Writer-director Writer-director Stallone fills up the last 90 minutes by showing the "Rocky" cast sitting around the hospital, saying things like, "Remember his last fight with Creed?..." which leads into flashbacks from the other three Rocky films. If this version makes money, Stallone plans to make more films with Rocky's friends just sitting around, reminiscing. Anyway, it's nice to see the old bunch back again. William Wil-liam Shatner is excellent as the trainer who gets an out-of-shape (i.e. dead) Spock ready for the bout. "You're gonna eat phaser beams and crap photon torpedoes!" he growls. DeForest Kelley is his lov ably irascible self as Bones McCoy. ("I'm a doctor, dammit, not a towel boy!") 2 Planet of the Moguls Charlton Heston stars as an astronaut who lands, millions of years hence, on a planet that has been taken over completely by skiiers. Everyone without a tan is considered an inferior and has been enslaved to wax skis and brew hot chocolate. Befriended by the skiing scientists Corky and Zira, Heston breaks free from his cage in "employee housing" and escapes beyond the mountains to the Forbidden Happy Valley. Here he cannot be reached by the Moguls' patrols or their interconnect ski lifts. You won't soon forget the shattering climax where Heston walks across the valley to find the head of the Angel Moroni sticking above the icy ground. "You fools finally did it," he screams. "You finally got too much snow! God damn you! God damn you to hell!" The Black Stallion Stomps on a Man Called Horse When two movie legends meet, which one will survive? sur-vive? Not Richard Harris, in this case. The stallion may be a dumb animal, but even he couldn't stand the shrieking, shriek-ing, hysterical British actor. In the first five minutes, we see the stallion pummeling the loudmouth star into pulp. The sequel is the second in a long line of stallion stories that will be brought to the screen. Producers expect to start shooting in the future on "The Black Stallion Gets a Saliva Test," "The Black Stallion Meets Mr. Ed," "The Black Stallion Gets Accused of Being a Chicken Killer," and "The Black Stallion Escapes From the Alpo Factory." at an extraordinary 20 off for 2 weeks only! That's right! 20 off for 2 weeks only, March 26th April 9th, you can buy our most popular wall units. Many of you already know there has never been a price reduction like this on HU before. HU: The Wall System With Infinite Flexibility This is the (deal corner arrangement with plenty of room for everything. It includes a drop leaf desk, shelf after shelf of bookcase, plus a nice, convenient entertainment center. 117"W x 96"W x 77"H. Here are just a few of the HU system uses: Open Shelf Storage, Closed Storage, Sliding Shelf Storage, Storage with Glass Doors, Drawer Storage, Wall-hanging Cabinets, Bookcases, Desks, Credenzas, Buffets Buf-fets plus Chinas, Home Entertainment Centers, and Wardrobes. 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The play traces the life of Miss Brodie, an eccentric school teacher who proves to be formidable when ignoring the traditions that the "system" embraces. The New York Daily News described the play as "Endearing, "En-dearing, hilarious, lovely, perceptive and utterly splendid." The opening night reception starts at 7 p.m. on Friday, April 8. The show runs April 8, 9, 14, 15 & 16: curtain is at 8 o'clock. Tickets are $7 general admission and $5.50 for members of the theatre. For reservations, call 649-9371. For the second night of "Prime of Miss Jean Brodie," the theatre is announcing a special discount in connection with the play. Anyone having an affair with a 17-year-old student will get in for free. Remember, Remem-ber, seating is limited. The Sting II The second "Sting" goes down as smooth as cotton candy. David S. Ward has written a clever, frivolous story that works best when you can just sit back and watch a good cast ham it up. The head conman is a middle-aged Gondorff (Jackie (Jac-kie Gleason) who hatches an elaborate scheme to defraud a mobster (Karl Maiden) with a few nonchalant non-chalant twitches of his pencil mustache. Gleason hasn't been this much fun to watch since the first "Smokey and the Bandit." Ten Garr, as the female drifter, wouldn't fool anyone except the stupid villains in this picture. But like Gleason, she's fun to watch even when she's not doing much. After each victory, she seems to be purring to herself. Jake Hooker in this version ver-sion is a more guileless type, played by a countrified Mac Davis. Gondorff's scheme is a boxing scam, and Hooker, much to his dismay, is the guy who must step into the ring. (In one of the film's best scenes, the gang surreptitiously surrep-titiously empties a New York gym then fills it with its own people to stage a bout that makes Hooker look like the nextDempsey.) Karl Maiden's obnoxious mobster is a perfect target for all sorts of abuse (even losing his toupee at one point) and Oliver Reed is cooly menacing as Lonergan (the villain from Sting I) who plots to get his revenge by exposing Gondorff's scheme at a crucial moment. Screenwriter Ward wrote the first "Sting" and sometimes borrows from it limply. (There's a subplotagainabout sub-plotagainabout an angry crooked cop chasing Hooker.) But director Jeremy Paul Kagan moves the picture along, and the excellent production design gives a robust feel for New York and Coney Island in the early 1940s. Kiss Me Goodbye Robert Mulligan's movie could use a livelier ghost (if that makes sense to you). James Caan plays Jolly Villano, a Gene Kellyesque Broadway choreographer who comes back from the dead only days before his wife (Sally Field) is going to marry another man. Caan's tap-dancing spook is light on his feet, but not on the charm. Caan falls back on his insinuating mumble and tries to pass it off as charm. Field tries her best with this comically confused love triangle. Will she stick with fiance Rupert (Jeff Bridges) or leave him for a guy who is, after all-dead! "All right, that's one thing in Rupert's favor," she concedes. con-cedes. "He's alive." Actually, it's rather easy to choose a favorite in this contest. Caan is miscast and Jeff Bridges, one of our finest comic actors, gets all the good lines. ("Jolly?" he asks, "How could a man go around with a name like a breakfast cereal?") Sally Field, being the only person who can see or hear the ghost, makes the most of those familiar jokes (a la "Topper") where she's caught talking to empty air. She and Bridges give substance sub-stance to this ghostly comedy. Hie Boogens You gotta love a horror movie that allows its monster mon-ster to kill off an obnoxiously cute poodle. (The mutt in question, before his demise, is also treated with jovial distaste by the human cast.) Who knows? Maybe producer Chuck Sellier, (the producer of "Grizzly Adams") has now redeemed himself for all those sugary animal stories. "The Boogens" is a likable monster movie in the Fifties mold. The slithery creatures of the title are awakened when an old Colorado mine is blasted open. They proceed to chow down on the human cast, especially four youngsters (Rebecca Balding, Fred McCarren, Anne-Marie Martin, Jeff Harlan) who have unluckily rented a house over Boogens tunnel. Like the old drive-in movies, "Boogens" teases you with mere glimpses of the monster a tentacle whips out and drags someone screaming into the basement. Usually there would be lots of puerile small-talk between attacks, but the script by Tom Chapman Chap-man and David O'Malley is (for Grade-B level) lively and funny. (They're a little seif-consciously zesty about breaking away from the namby-pamby Taft mold. The script is loaded with R-rated R-rated talk and a few nudie jokes.) The four stars (plus John Crawford and Med Flory as two seasoned miners) seem' to be having fun in the early scenes, and later, play their goose-bumps with satisfying conviction. (The rule goes: even if the horror if hokey, the actors shouldn't give the joke away.) As for the Boogen what can we say, except it looks close up like a psychopatchic goldfish? The picture was filmed two years ago in Park City and the surrounding area (including interiors filmed only a few doors away from City Hall). Locals will have fun spotting the locations. w IBleaitfinngs ffrrcDB n IPodp A special pediatric-Pop salute to all you juvenile Pop-offs, an awesomely G-rated segment of society dear to the Pop-ridden heart of your Pop-problem-mender, Dr. Pop himself. Dr. Pop would like to know, as Dr. Pop always likes to know (dirty old he-beast he-beast that he is) what's troubling your tremulous pre-teen Pop-matic minds today. C'mon, gremmies, 'fess up. Is is that scourge of youthful Pop-dom, Pop-dom, the evil Pop-pustule itself, negotiating Pop-plague concerts all over your face? Nasty bad ol' gremmie pimples. Evil. Nasty. Ugly. Unsightly. Unpopular. Dr. Pop's answer to pre-teen wowzers? You guessed it, gremmies. If you wanta stop 'em, Pop 'em. Don't listen to mom. She loves you whether you're ugly or not. Or whether pus seeps into your Pop-pleadin' brainpan or not. Moms have no taste at all and little sense of decorum. So do yourself and Dr. Pop, a big Pop candy favor. If you wanta stop 'em, Pop 'em. Also, cleanliness is next to Popliness. So clean up your act, so lb between your wowzers and move in close to Dr. Pop, your medically-accurate Pop-Nation Pop-Nation teen advisor. Which brings us, screeching horribly, up against our next topic. Hand-holding. To do it or not to do it. That is the Popism. Dr. Pop, in his search for the gnarly Ultimate Answer to pass on to his electrified, elec-trified, electrifying Young Pop Colony, has consulted eminent psychosexual Pop-colleagues namely, Dr. Pop's closest and gnarliest, barstool-baddest Pop sub-commander, Lt. J.G. Bob "Gutsy" Weenerman, a man who befriended Dr. Pop when Dr. Pop was no more than an eareyenosethroatbreast fanatic with a Pop-degree from Pop U. A real nice guy. A Pop-favorite. Accepts all Pop-pap without a pang. A true gent. Word of Pop has it the Pop lieutenant for easy referral henceforth called Pop-Top is recording all of Dr. Pop's loose barroom Popisms for future generations of Popettes. Dr. Pop believes it. Dr. Pop feels honored. Dr. Pop will henceforth speak louder into the machine. Pop-Top's word on handholding, a subject on which he is the handsdown all-Pop expert, having slept for many nights in the palm of the dummy hand of the movie king when Pop-Top was hitting the skids in Universal City, is a Pop-tacular Pop-locution. "Don't hold the hand that feeds you. It makes passing the plates so hard." That's Pop-Top speaking from the true top of his bent. Dr. Pop won't say the top of his bent what. All Poppers understand Dr. Pop's crude mind. Even when Dr. Pop is too animated out to understand it himself. Which is the true state of things, Pop-heads. So huzzah to sub-commander Pop- Top & his Pop-notation on the Poppin' great American way. A personal word from the annals (that's 'annals,' gremmies. Be careful, Dr. Pop is watching) of Dr. Pop to a certain anonymous someone who dropped a well-nigh Pop-stoppin bomb into Dr. Pop's overloaded mail Pop-' slot the other day. Dear Poppin' Mad and All Popped Up: Don't expect Dr. Pop to be right all the time. Dr. Pop is not infallible, except when Dr. Pop is doctoring Dr. Pop's poppin' fresh drugs. Dr. Pop is only human. Or as Pop-Top, Pop-Top, Dr. Pop's main Pop-supporter often of-ten says : more human than not. So don't get all worked up & popped out of shape. Dr. Pop's directive is: avoid stress, remain cool and don't yell at Dr. Pop. Dr. Pop has ear problems. That's right, gremmies. Dr. Pop's ears pop at high pressure. Such as the pressure exerted by a red Flair pen on cardboard. So if Dr. Pop called it wrong on your Pop-problem, Poppin Mad, forgive Dr. Pop. And don't use the stuff out of the machine in the men's room anymore. Try a regular drug store, like Dr. Pop. And don't set those gopher traps around the Pop-mobile. Dr. Pop hates surprises. Dr. Pop hates nasty surprises. Sadly, that's the only kind Dr. Pop Is getting lately. c" don't get too malicious. |