Monday, April 2, 1934
Daily Nebraskan
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'Romancing the Stone 'simple entertainment
Pago 8
By Ward W. Triplett III
The sign above the State Theater doors says,
Indiana Jones, the follow up to Raiders of the Lost
Ark" will open May 23. For Raiders fans who cant
wait, an action film of similar savvy and style opened
quietly at the Plaza Four over break.
Romancing the Skme, starring Kathleen Turner
and Michael Douglas, just might be the freshest and
best adventure movie of the season. About the only
folks disappointed by Skme could be Steven Spiel-
Film
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berg and George Lucas, since its slickness will make
the acceptance of Jones even more critical.
Turner plays Joan Wilder a romance novelist
whose only real adventures in life consist of feeding
the cat and making the trip from her publisher's
office and back home again. Then, her sister is impli
cated in a treasure struggle between two under
world figures in Colombia Wilder received a map
from her brother-in-law at the start of the film, and
sure enough, it is the map that the two competing
criminal organizations want.
Wilder heads to Colombia with the map as a ran
som for her, sister. Along the way, she gets on a
wrong bus and falls under attack from Zolo, a
Colombian police chief who killed Wilder's brother-in-law.
Wilder is bailed out of situation one by Jack
Colton (Douglas), an American soldier of fortune
who has been in the Colombian jungles so long, he
doesn't know the Doobie Brothers have broken up.
After a series of near escapes, Colton also joins in
on the chase for the treasure, with Wilder along as a
sometimes-willing companion.
The best part of Stone is the sheer innocence the
filmmakers present in giving the public simple
entertainment. When the action stops and, like
2Z.h Century Fox
Kathleen Turner cttempta to strike a bargain with tlichacl DeuIaa in Romancing the Stone.
Raiders, the action consists of one chase or fight'
after another Douglas and Turner are given time to
develop a very likable romance, you don't know until
the movie's somewhat surprising end whether Dou
glas is romancing Turner for the treasure (a green
stone, hence the strange title) or for her.
Douglas, who also produced the movie, shines in
his best movie yet with a very Harrison Ford-like
role. But Douglas keeps Colton somewhat aloof, and ,
flexible enough to move from comedic to life-and-death
situations with the same amount of depth.
Turner, who is best remembered for Body Heat
and "the scum queen" from Steve Martin's The Man
with Two Brains, establishes herself as a real
comedy talent as well Some of her lines nad actions
seem directly absorbed from Martin's own brand of
brink-of-insanity acting.
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Poetry by Toger Swanson
Through the years of walking, run
ning, dashing down the street,
there's always been a welcome
friend, your lonesome pair of feet.
What a great foundation, they're
put right at thease,
but what if they were on your
head? You'd stand upon your face.
Large and heavy, quick to kick,
carrying great momentum,
unwelcome stamps upon your
pants, right from the guy who sent
'em. .
Are boots and socks a coverup to
hide our ankle bones?
"Perhaps for some 'tis just as well,
with feet like ice cream cones.
. Is there a perfect foot you ask,
short and thin and low?
Or are we doomed to live with feet
like spuds from Idaho?
The victim of the athlete's foot
spends many painful days,
pity more the poor bi-athlete, who
stepped in it both ways.
In a pair of tap shoes they snap,
tap unabated,
but at your first job interview,
hopelessly uncoordinated.
. For those with mutated feet, life's
not a pretty tale,
fields of corns on everytoe and
hair on every naiL
Callouses and psoriasis gallons of
epsom salts,
gooey, smelly potions to ease our
"footfaults?"
To soak and rub them constantly
will do no good at all,
for like the walls of Babylon, the
arches surely fall. .
So laud the feet, their staunch
support, taking no one's help,
and when they ache, take a break,
and sit down on your butt
Pity the poor mailman who plods
through rain and snow,
fending offtsadistic dobermans
who try to chew his toes.
' You lost your job, your family,
loan sharks are in cahoots,
let your tootsies lead the way my
friend, grab those straps upon your
boots.
How wonderful it is, to run and
jump and shout,
how awkward it is to limp away
with your foot inside your mouth.
Who were these swine, these fabl
ed pigs, immortalized in rhyme?
Were they once "tootsies", or had
bur parents lost their minds?
A weiner is advertised, as big as
heel to toe,
do I get a bigger hot dog if my feet
still grow and grow?
Sign a check, paint a wall, do
whate'er you feel,
turn yourself upside down, slip on
a banana peel.
Does anyone pride their feet, the
way they bulge and swell?
Thank God for those like Dr. Scholl
who fight their evil smelL
Podiatrists are a funny sort, their
mind is in your toes,
they photograph and analyze
while you pay through the nose.
Love your feet, treat them nice,
though you grin and scoff,
a surprise is ahead, when you get
out of bed, look down and your feet
say "enough!"
And walk away...
Adam Ant for young, shriekers
Hevisw by Petty Prycr
I must be getting old.
The motivation behind the shrieks
that ensued when Adam Ant took off
his shirt during an Omaha performance
last week escaped me.
Ant, who flaunts his sexually liberat
ing persona with the best of them
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appeared before 4,583 in the Civic
Auditorium March 23 on a double bill
with the Romantics.
The audience breakdown was pre
dictable something like 70 percent
female and 90 percent under 16 (IVe
never seen that many parents waiting
outside to pick up concert-goers before)
and Mr. Ant responded in kind with
a tailor-made performance, the empha
sis on sight, as much as on sound.
, Starting out as a British heart throb,
complete with war paint and colonial
garb, a few years earlier, Ant is further
ing the reputation on these shores
with the current tour and his latest
release, -Strip.
Gone are the war paint and the
gimmickry, but the sexual innuendoes
and posturing still pervade, and the
Omaha crowd loved every minute of
it.
A wave of shrieks resounded every
time the singer turned, kicked or did a
dip, all of which were part of a well
choreographed show.
The show was so well-choreographed,
in fact, that it lacked some needed
spontaneity I feel cheated somehow
when it appears that a performer's
every move is planned.
Still, Ant is an effective showman
and, although not among today's more
profound lyricists, shows some strong
talent as a singer making it even
more of a shame that most of the
audience hadn't come to listen to him
sing, but rather to ooh and aah over hb
good-looking (?) physique.
Ant's strong vocab were augmented
by a superb back-up band that included
two drummers, trumpet and saxaphone
players, a bassist, keyboardist and faith
ful guitarist, Marco Pirronl
Always the visual center, Ant kept
on the move through most of the show,
climbing the scaffolding, reclining oh
the upper tier and sliding down poles,
all of which provided some good theat
rics.
The show-ending stunt, however
which had the singer, clad in black jog
ging shorts and hose, immersed in a
small, plexi-glass water tank was
just plain weird. He looked uncomfor
table, and rather silly, shivering and
dripping through the rest of the final
song. Ill give him credit for originality,
though.
The Romantics, on the other hand,
offered very little originality in a ho
hum opening set, relying too much on
a heavy, tedious drum beat and gim
micks like eliciting too-oft repeated
primal screams from the audience.
Although a tight band, especially
guitar-wise, with a pretty extensive
repertoire behind them, the Detroit
quartet didnt come across with a very
impressive stage show they'd do
better to drop the high-flying hairdos
and matching black leather duds.
Like Mr. Ant, the Romantics have
garnered quite a young MTV following,
which seems unaware of the band's
earlier, better material
11 take a good rendition of "Tomboy"
or any other of a number of good,
danceable tunes from their first three
releases over the trite and sexist "Talk
ing in Your Sleep" any day.
Local bands featured
in Hart fundraiser
A benefit to raise funds for Demo
cratic presidential candidate Gary Hart's
"'ft congressional district campaign
will be held tonight at the Drumstick,
547 N. 48th St.
Two local bands, Wondersea and
Kramer RSP, will headline the event
Admission b a $3 donation.
The show Is scheduled to get under
way at 8 p.m.