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Ente \ Alln \ E*L5> -^ ~?& T^ 'ir-- ir^> Cfi ^ri^M| ^^nEMSwgSjgSg^ Dickey Betts sen the At/man Brothe felt the Allman B spired. I To L; i 1. "The River" .... 2. "Guilty" 3. "Greatest Hits" . 4. "Hotter Than Jul> 5. "The Game" 6. "Crimes of Passic | > 7. "Diana" K; a 8. "Back in Black". 9. "One Step Closer' I ^ 10. "Triumph" 1. "Private Benjam 2. "Ordinary People 3. "The Elephant M ^ m i irryI- _ * 1 if it. meAwaKening I 5. "It's My Turn".. I5& I 6. "Fade to Black" 1 2 7. "The Stunt Man" ;- Sx 8. "Gloria" *' 9. "Hopscotch"... <, 10. "The First Dead! 11. "Lady" 2. "Woman in Love 3. "The Wanderer' | 4. "Another One Bi ' 5. "I'm Coming Ou 6. "More Than ICa 7. "Master Blaster 8. "Starting Over" | 9. "Love on the Roc 10. "Dreaming"... ; 1. "Crisis Investing 2. "The Sky 's The I 3. "Music for Chair ; 4. "Shelley: AlsoK 5. "Craig Claiborne 6. "SideEffects".. K j 7. "American Drea 1 8. "Merv" I } 9. "Goodbye, Darki 10. "Free Td Choose s. M ' __ ... ntainme lan Br< *w jtBKKW?0* MM and played slide guitar durit rs' Sunday night concert. Sor rothers' performance was un (Photo by Karen Kemper. pTen A IK, imc m. tivuuia Bruce Springstee Barbra Streisan Kenny Rogei r" Stevie Wondc Quee >n" PatBenate Diana Roj AC/D ' The D6obie Brothei The Jacksoi Movies in" Warner Br( i" Paramou an" Paramou '* Ori Columfc American Cinen 20th Century-F Columl: Avco Embas y Sin" Filmwa Singles Kenny Rog " Barbra Streisz ' Donna Sumn tes The Dust" Qu< t" Tjjptna R nSay" LeoSa; " StevieWom John Lenr :ks" Neil Diam( Cliff Richj Jon-Fiction Douglas R. Ca -.imit" Wayne D leleons" Truman Cap nown as Shirley" Shelley Wint i's Gourmet Diet" .... Craig Claibo Woody A1 ms" Studs Tur Merv Gri! less: A Memoir of the Pacific War" William Manchest " Milton and Rose Friednr others I By Tan^ Stafi Those who had the chance Band perform Sunday nigh wondered how Gregg Allman the keyboards, could have necessitate drying his head af Hn fKtt Knnr) fViA o Ivy 11 hh; uuiui iiaiiuf ui^ o exactly a picture of enthusias apathy prompted The Atlai Hammond to inquire whethei in too many intoxicants befor few thunderous reactions froi Section's performance deser THE ATLANTA Rhythm S their radio airplay hits. Whi inattentive, the band kicked The crowd was brought to th chnrf caIa Pann ivjivAiuat u o ouva v ouiu, AVUIIII brace the microphone and through "Not Gonna Let It B cuts from their latest album. The execution of the songs \ "gee, it sounds just like the r boredom until the ten minut Hammond comically injecte Stone's "Miss You,"which f< tern. After the brief Stone': Ssnorier <neany unaeciaDie; muttering,"Whip it- whip it g< .. the mike. Stomping, lighters and spo the upper rows brought the b< jp?y stage to sing of their home I A | poor fil ne By David Baker II|_ FHm Critic j It's the time of year when the hit movies of autumn nhave, for the most part, played themselves out. The major distributors are HlMrf ...yxyvl iiuiuiug uu diiuuici wcck ur two before unleashing, or unloading, the dozen or so big-budget holiday attractions that they hope will >n tide filmgoers over until the ^ next wave of pictures washes ashore in February. *s n "The Apple" >s cored at its mcef. bottom of the ban IS In this time of relaxed activity from the majors, the )s independent film companies nt are having a field day. Thej nt are foisting off such 0 forgettable filler material ai (-a "Alligator," which isn't aj slimy as its advertising ^,1.4 i i - a (jdiupcugii iiugui ieaa you i( ? i believe, and "The Apple,' >M | which should have beer sy cored at its inception and lef ys at the bottom of the barrel where it could turi i unassumingly into cider. ers INDEED, Menahen md Golan's wretched tribute t< ler winesaps and religion, "Thi jen Apple," is so rotten that i oss soured me on movies for th< yer bigger part of m: jer Thanksgiving vacation. Ii lon the final scene of this low >nd budget, musical disaster }r(j which is set in 1994, Go< drives out of the sky in hi solid gold 1977 Cadillac Seville, and becomes th riea fiper 01 a spacc-ag i Haight-Ashbury. sey yer He tells the devil to go t >ote then leads a group o ers hippies off to another plane rne where, presumably, the; len can live out their lives ii I peace, love and interstella ffin radialion That which precedes thi er uproariously inane climax i ian basically a porno movi _J without sex. We see dozen .. lack e fa Savory F Writer to witness the Allman Brothers t at the coliseum may have , appearing nearly comatose at worked up enough sweat to ter nearly every number, iverage-sized crowd was not >m At one Doint. the audience tita Rhythm Section's Ronnie r or not the crowd had indulged e the show. This brought one of n the fans. The Atlanta Rhythn ved to stir more response than it lection's show relied heavily on. ile the audience was still fairly off with "ChamDaene Jam." eir feet with beefy-bassist Paul ie Hammond continued to emthrow his hair from his eyes lother Me Tonight" and several vere virtually flawless with that ecord" perfection that edged on :e rendition of 4,So Into You." d a few bars from the Rolling ollows the same rhythmic pats interlude, there was an even jab at Devo, with Hammond x>d" as he sauntered away from tlights on a Confederate flag in ?ys from Doraville, Ga. back on town. " Doraville" had been ors, ass l/pr mntt > ? wa m of trashy-looking people, none of whom can act, strolling aimlessly across the screen in search of things to do and say, and ways to get out of their contracts, which Golan probably had them sign in blood. AND SPEAKING of blood, plasma purists will delight in "Shbgun Assassin," directed in Japanese by Kenji Misumi and in English by Robert Houston. This poorly-dubbed should have been ition and left at the el." I oriental import features more squirting catsup than oil ail U1C (1C111/., IlUUt ? UIIU L/C I J Monte factories put j together. The story concerns Lone \ Wolf (Tomisaburc j Wakayama), a disgraced Samurai warrior who gets 1 into trouble with his shogur t master. He travels across Japan, sword in hand, J defending himself and his infant son, whom he pushes it- -l. ? - uie wnoie way in a quaint ^ wooden stroller, against the shogun's assassins. g t Believe it or not, the entir B bloody mess is based on ; y popular Japanese comi ^ strip. And we can't even se uncut Bugs Bunny cartoon . . on this side of the Pacific. * i s IN THE latest exercise 11 c implausibility from the folk e at Schick Sunn Classics, wh U 1- - ? * 0 ncivc iimut* a ionune ove the years by pandering to th taste, or lack thereof, of th o American public, the Unite if States government is showi t to be hiding a UFO tha y plummeted to earth afte n colliding with a NAS/ r satellite. The movie is callet s "Hangar 18," and it stars s Robert Vaughn as a Whit< u J- 1 1 uuuac aiue trying 10 Keep f s lid on the cover-up, and Garj i -.*1 nthusi requested throughout the show change, willing to show their a] Unlike The Atlanta Rhythm bouncing onto stage with their Band dragged nonchalantly spotlights, and finished their ci at each other for what seemed TO MAKE matters worse, th< depressing blues number aftei The Atlanta Rhythm Sectic Brothers Band, "Strictly Rock anticipated, Dickey Betts sav lead and slide guitar in sue "Melissa" and "Whipping Pc Essery, combined with Betts Hpan Danahtprv nrnviHpd a sufficiently entertained most ol Gregg Allman wavered in b presence was one of wild bor never been one to destroy equ stage, it doesn't seem right believing his words when he wa The crowd was forced to cr< lighters for what seemed to b minutes or more for the return minutes, much of the crowd di< prepared to leave. Fortunately they were drav unquestionably the brightest sj version of the instrumental "P< duo drumming of Butch Tru Johnson. This evolved into a <3 the bass of David Goldflies un f f/\ tirt f Un nirfli iiic aiugc IU wiap up me 111511 Man." assins, i <n*4- 4-1 IUI UL If Collins and James Hampton as astronauts who are being framed for it. Darren McGavin is also on hand, but for no discernable purpose other than to add marquee value, however small. The dialogue in "Hangar 18" consists of lines like, "The aliens sure didn't get this equipment from Radio Shack!" And James L. Conway directed, as if radioed in from Uranus. MayDe mars why watching ( the movie is like watching a 93-minute bowel movement. i THE CLASS of the schlock movies currently on view is easily Lewis Teague's "Alligator," a biting send-up of the B-grade horror pici tures that have been 1 saturating theater screens for the past several months. In the film's opening scene, we see a sweet little i "The c/ass nf i I currently on vie i Teague's "Alligatc girl named Marisa badgering her father into buying her a pet gator at a reptile farm in Florida. e She names the creature a Ramone and loves it c faithfully until one dav hark ^ y e home in Kansas City, her s grumpy old father flushes the baby gator down the tiolet and tells Marisa the n little beast died in his sleep. s o WHEN NEXT we see the r couple, it's 12 years later, e Marisa has grown up to be a e gorgeous, world-famous d herpatologist, a zoologist n specializing in reptiles, and t Hnmono o f/*nl * "" ? u lUUI-lCIIipCI UU, .H)r foot-long eater-of-any thing. \ When his supply of dead dogs, which a local chemical company has been using for i growth experimentation, 5 runs out, Kamona starts ; nibbling sewer workers. 1 r When his supply of sewer asm and the audience was, for a 3preciation. ,> Section, who virtually came music, The Allman Brothers onto the platform in full garettes while staring blankly like a full minute. e band started off with a semi* the audience had just heard >n's tribute to the Allman ; and Roll." But, as many had ed the night with his excellent :h numbers as "Blue S' v," st." The blues harp of Jim and the keyboard talents of musically solid unit which P (hp anHipnpp etween yawns, and his stage edom. Although Allman has ipment or dance half nude on to find yourself so strongly lils, "I feel like I'm dying!' jate havoc and wear out their e an undeserved period of five i of the band. After about four ed down, looked confused, and vn back to provide what was yvf au^ a 4 r : ? _ JUl UI IHC WCIUIlg. A 10 II1IUUU* egasus" exalted thefcscinating cks and Jaimoe Johnny Lee lual between kettle drums and til the entire band returned to t with, what else, "Rambling UFOs leater workers runs out, he starts chewing pet-shop owners and policemen. This, of course, prompts the police, led by Detective David Madison (Robert Forster), to try to flush Ramone out and HoctrAir him ITlupKinrt v..?v. v.vuv? VJ mill i 1UOIIII15 him out proves to be harder than flushing him down, however, and Madison must seek the help of Marisa. who knows all about gators, but never recognizes the killer as being her long lost pet. "Alligator" plays even better than it sounds, thanks to Teague's sharp direction and a toothy script by John Sayles, who's currently _ 1 i;a_ e I- : ~ winning piauuiis ior nii> "Return of the Secaucus Seven." The acting, from Forster, Robin Riker and Peny Lang is also a cut above what one expects in this type of picture and, surprise of surprises, most he schlock movies v is easily Lewis \r." of the movie's many laughs are intentional. PARTICULARLY en dearing is the scene in which a group of youngsters are poolside, pretending to be pirates. Two of the kids force the third to "walk the plank," unaware that the huge log floating underneath the diving board is really the ravenous reptile. Any movie with gumption enough to show children being chomped deserves to be recommended. Had one of the tender morsels been either the teary-eyed Ricky Schroder or the revolting Gary Coleman, I'd be willing to call "Alligator" one of the most enjoyable movies of the year. But even with unknown urchins falling into the gator's mouth, I came away from the theater smiling like a crocodile.