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good start. When you couple the porcine VIDEOS alien with a wisecracking cop, a half-Jew­ ish judge with a passion for vibrator bat­ teries and a few sideswipes at law and , order, drug reform and bad mercery, this film really has something to say. Best among the stars of this production is the cop (Ron Silver) modelled on the Dragnet model of Joe Friday. However, this gent has a penchant for saying his dia­ logue on screen, a habit which disturbs all and sundry. A genuine comedy with not the slightest hint of gore, something re­ freshing when you are dealing with an Italian eating alien. Recommended for a hearty laugh. Peter Brown

Title: The Yearling Rating: G Standard: **** Tille: Gallipoli* Gregory Peck has never been better than in this paternal role of the eternally strug­ Rating: G gling sharecropper in the bayous of south­ Standard: ** ern America. Dour wife is played by Jane For the life of me, I could never see what Title: Prizzi's Honor Wyman, this being her second best role all the fuss was about when this was first Rating: M after the classic Johnny Belinda. The story released. The fact that war is hell has Standard: *** of a boy and his love for a deer is time­ been told and retold by the likes of Ku­ Put me before a movie starring Jack Ni­ lessly told and the superb photography al­ brick with Paths of War and Remarque's cholson and I'm already half sold. When ways reminds me of the classic George startling Western Front. Yet, here we have another part of the combination is legend­ Stevens' Shane. A film not to be missed. the Aussie message, this time incorporat­ Peter Brown ary director, John Huston, I'm yours for ing a dash of hatred of the British, a few life. Here, Jack plays a Mafia hitman who shots of unconvincing trench warfare and meets up with another in the same profes­ a pyramid or three. Yes, I am the first to admit that like so many other Australian sion, in the person of Kathleen Turner. 1 Title: Beverley Hills Cop 11* films, this is a good looking effort, but it As ever, Jack exudes a devilish sort of Rating: M chemistry which lights up on the screen, needed a good script and this is sorely attesting to his sheer presence as an actor Standard:* lacking. Two mates, their sprinting abil­ of the first magnitude. Anjelica Huston is I must be the only person in Australia, ities and the heights of the Dardanelles nicely cast in a secondary role and she perhaps even the Western world who finds were plainly not enough to keep this thoroughly deserved her oscar for best the antics of Axel Foley singularly unfun­ 'umble reviewer away from the arms of supporting actress. Comedy, drama, sus­ ny. Screaming at all and sundry, while Morpheus. pense and reigning above all, the magni­ masquerading as a cop is a poor excuse Peter Brown tude of Nicholson. One of the five best for humour, but the queues outside the films of the year and an offering not to be movie theatres tell a different story. Plain­ missed. ly, the gent is a phenomenon. However, Peter Brown comedy is like travel; purely subjective. I Title: From The Hip loathe New York, finding it three steps lower than Calcutta, while others con­ Standard: *** stantly praise it to the skies. The same Two of the modern day Hollywood Brat Tille: Eat And Run goes for comedy where I abhor Chaplin, Packers star in this offering which details Distributor - Crystal Jerry Lewis, Mel Brooks and the afore­ the story of a somewhat unconventional mentioned gent. However, I am in the mi­ lawyer and his rather bizzare initiation Length - 80 mins into the profession. Honestly, some of the Rating: M nority and no apologies are made for my verdict. In this treatment, Axel continues antics some of these American lawyers get Standard:*** his adventures against the bad guys and up to would get them turfed out of Yass This may be the "sleeper" comedy of the after oh so predictable mayhem, good and Petty Sessions, let alone one of the city year. Any movie that has a premise, a 400 virtue win through in the end. After all, courts. American law is truly an ass to pound alien who eats Italian (the people this is God's Country. paraphrase the Great Bard, but this that is, not the food) has got to be off to a Peter Brown• should never stand in the way of a good

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