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Show by Rick Brough doesn't exploit the "Kramer ' vs. Kramer" absurdities of the main story. Earthling Paul Le Mat has unwittingly bred a daughter by his alien wife (Diana Scarwid) and the lizards want to take the child with them. Both LeMat and Scarwid, usually good actors, read their dialogue as if it came off an eye chart. "Strange Invaders" is fun, but uneven. Valley Girl "Romeo and Juliet" is updated up-dated in a quirky, perceptive comedy, which also may be seen in future years as an entertaining en-tertaining document of the 80s. A city punker from Hollywood (Nicholas Cage) falls in love with a cute blonde blon-de from the San Fernando Valley (Deborah Foreman). They're an uneven match, but the two actors create a believable warmth. Director Martha Coolidge deftly shows how each lover is out of place in the other's environment. But the Valley is definitely painted as the worst of the two. The early scenes, with the girls talking fluent "Valley-ese," are as strange and exotic as a National Geographic special on African tribes. The Valley heroine starts to become a real human being around her new boyfriend. But she's pressured to stick with her old life by her clique of friends (the film shows how their affection can turn to nasty possessiveness). The film is weak, if anything, because it doesn't emphasize the romance but the clash of cultures. However, it also brings in an interesting sub-plot about the two aging hippie parents of Valley Girl (Fredric Forrest, Colleen Camp) who cling to their protest days by running a health food store. Their daughter wishes they owned a Pizza Hut. While they stayed liberal, their kids have gone back to middle-class conservatism. The best scene is a reversal rever-sal of parent-teen encounters. encoun-ters. This time, it's Dad who nervously smokes a joint, prepping himself to meet his daughter's tuxedoed, stodgy boyfriend. "Valley Girl" sails along on such touches, fer shurr. ,f A Classic Recommended Good double-feature double-feature material Time-killer For masochists L only j V2 Incubus The character referred to n the title is a rapist-demon, jvhich means we get several (lgly scenes of agonized, fccreaming women. Most of the time, though, the picture Is just laughable. A murder fcpree takes place in a small Wisconsin town, where the local doctor (John Cassavetes) and police chief JCJohn Ireland) can't do anything except look iWorried and mop up the jdamage. The two stars take jon a baggy-eyed look owing probably to the boring Script. The story line gives ;Cassavetes a few soapy complications, like his tense 'relationship with his daughter (Erin Flannery). ;Ke also falls in love with a Jfrosty but vulnerable Jnewspaper editor (Kerrie JKeane) who rebuffs his help. !"I don't want tenderness," she sniffles. Finally, we have the daughter's boyfriend (Duncan Mcintosh), who has ! strange dreams and S blackouts every time one of the murders occurs. (Which of these people is your prime ! suspect for the killings?) The lad, it is revealed, is the son of a sorceress who was , executed at his birth which 'makes this the only small I town- in America that was still hunting witches in the. ! 1960s! Even such absurdities I as this can't make "Incu-j "Incu-j bus" entertaining. ! Strange Invaders 5 Imagine, if you will, that a 3 group of lizard-people from ! outer space tapes over a midwestern town in the late 1950s. Twenty-five years later, they're still around studying Earth customs and j trying to be inconspicuous, j which isn't easy since I everyone still dresses like they were in re-runs of "Leave it to Beaver." Occasionally, Oc-casionally, they rip off their ! human masks and soak their thirsty reptilian membranes j in tap water. I Then, they panic because a j lizard photo accidentally ! falls into the hands of a j supermarket magazine, and j reporter Nancy Allen uses it !to illustrate one of her typically phony UFO stories. Later she's told by e UFOlogist Louise Fletcher, j "They don't understand 8 what a rag you write for. j They take it seriously." J Imagine an outer-space movie where the monsters can't tell the difference between bet-ween the National Enquirer and the New York Times. The potential is good here for a tongue-in-cheek spoof, but the direction and script are variable. Sometimes it's boring, sometimes it throws in slick action and lyrical touches a la Spielberg. And it |