The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, April 28, 1983, summer in the city, Page 2, Image 18

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by PAT CLARK
Summer in Lincoln, or anywhere else for that matter,
brings with it the summer movie releases. Summer movies
differ from those that play during other times of the year
in much the same way that summer itself differs from
other times of the year they're hotter.
Relying heavily on the use of scantily-clad young
adults and a wafer-thin formula plot for audience appeal,
summer movies tend to do easily what the Oscar-quality
"major motion pictures" do only with great difficulty;
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they make large sums of money. So much money, in
fact, that some studios are cranking them out well in
advance of summer, apparently hoping to wrestle a few
more ducats from the perennially willing moviegoers.
Two such movies, the typical-of-the-genre "Spring Break"
and the relentlessly bad "Joysticks" are already in
Lincoln, and are certain to be just the advance party of
the summer movie invasion.
You know the story: The adults (read "bad guys")
want to close down a favorite hangout of the young
crowd (read "good guys"). The favorite hangout is usually
a beach, but it can be a drag strip, an arcade, a nightclub,
or just about any other location at which irresponsible
fun is the password. Whatever the location, the kids use
a combination of street smarts (beach smarts?) and true
grit to save the location, and disgrace the snooty adults
back into the drab suburban homes from whence they
came. In the meantime, all of the kids manage to fall in
love, or at least in lust, with each other. Once the hangout
is safe, all that's left for the newfound lovers to do is to
have more fun than you'll ever have. The sun shines
bright, a rock band plays, everybody can dance, and they
all live happily ever after, or at least until the credits roll.
THESE MOVIES generally are innocent enough wads
of mental cotton candy, and there's really nothing wrong
with them. The people who make them are not out to
win Oscars, and the people who go to see them aren't
out to watch Oscar-winning performances. Nevertheless,
If you see news happen or know it's
going to happen - call the
Daily Nebraskan's
Newsline
472-2588
Help us cover you.
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The Army is looking for 1983 graduates in
Engineering and Science disciplines to serve as
commissioned officers. For those who qualify, this
program could be an important step toward a
rewarding career- in or out of the Army.
You've worked long and hard to earn your
Bachelor of Science degree. A commission in the
Army is a good way to use your technical exper
tise while gaining valuable supervisory ex
perience. And the opportunity is available now!
An Army placement officer is available to
discuss opportunities and qualifications with
those about to receive degrees in Engineering or
Science. Contact him direct to arrange an ap
pointment convenient for you. Call:
Captain Thomas Brown
100 Centennial Mall, North
Room 292
Lincoln, NE 68505
Call: 471-5195
there's always somebody around to ciitieie the summer
movie for being exactly what it sots out to be a mind
less, fun way to waste two hours and three bucks, The
upwardly mobile, trendy culturcvultures who frown so
knowingly on summer movies contend that the movies
lack depth. Theie's no message, it doesn't speak to us,
no growth-oriented experience, nothing new to say
about society and the individual's experience in it and
relationship to it, ya' know? And the gratuitous close
ups of all that human flesh - simply revolting.
So, just to see how it would work, let's try a summer
movie with a little bite to it. A summer movie for the
ages, the story of one of the greatest voices for peace
in the histoiy of the world, Mohandas K. Gandhi. "To
the beach," this unassuming young man said, and a whole
subcontinent followed him all the way ... all the way to
"Gandhi Beach Party."
The scene: A beach in India. While revelers dressed
in white muslin cloth play volleyball on the beach and
wait for the surf to come up, Gandhi and Pandit Nehru
are talking to a man known only as Deadhead, played by
Bob Denver. Deadhead, a transplant from Laguna Beach,
Calif., is the kindly owner of Deadhead's Snack Shed, a
little hut on the beach that feeds the local beachcomers.
"You know how it is," Deadhead says to the peaceful
revolutionaries, "three-fourths of the country starving,
impure water, almost no medical care, English landlords
gouging even the poorest people for more and more rent."
Nehru and Gandhi solemnly nod their agreement. "And
now," Deadhead continues, a hint of desperation in his
voice, "now the British authorities want to - CLOSf
THE BEACH!"
THE STING OF PAIN from a thousand similar stories
is written on Gandhi's face, but his first thought remains
a logical one. "Why?" he says.
"The salt," Deadhead says. "As long as the beach
remains open, we have the potential to refine our own
salt, and as long as we can do that the British cannot
have a monopoly on it. They want us to have to buy
our salt from them."
"Thieves," mutters Nehru with a voice full of anger.
"Gravcrobbcrs. Next we'll have to pay to kill ourselves.
How long can we keep going without killing?"
"Nobody's going to kill anybody," Gandhi says sud
denly. "We are aware of the forces arrayed against us,
and a show of violence would only incur their wrath.
But 100.000 British soldiers cannot stop 350 million
Indians from coming to the beach if those 350 million
Indians refuse to cooperate."
"What are you saying?" Nehru says.
"J am suggesting that everybody in India come to
this beach Saturday for a day of fasting and prayer."
"You mean a general strike?" Nehru says.
"I mean a day of fasting and prayer," Gandhi rei
terates. "Think of it. Three hundred. and fifty million
people at the beach. No work being done; trains halted,
no mail, no communication lines, no shops open, no
anything. The British would be helpless."
"Gosharoonies!" a giddy Deadhead says suddenly.
"This is gonna' be the biggest beach party ever!"
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