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Ente Alln Dickey Betts sari thti Attman Brothe felt the AUman B v spired. To 1. "The River" 2. "Guilty" 3. "G eatestHits" . 4. "Hotter Than Jul} 5. "TheGame".... 6. "Crimes of Passic 7. "Diana" 8. "Back in Black". 9. "One Step Closer' 10. "Triumph" 1. "Private Benjam z. urainary h-eopie 3. "The Elephant M 4. "The Awakening' 5. "It's My Turn".. 6. "Fade to Black" . i. ine burnt Man 8. "Gloria" 9. "Hopscotch" 10. "The First Deadl; 1. "Lady" 2. "Woman in Love 3. "The Wanderer" 4. "Another One Bi d. i mLominguui ! 6. "More Than I Ca 7. "Master Blaster 8. "Starting Over" 9. "Love on the Roc 10. "Dreaming" L 1. "Crisis Investing I) 2. "The Sky's The L v 3. "Music for Chann I 4. "Shelley: Also Ki 5. "Craig Claiborne 6. "SideEffects".. 7. "American Drea 8. "Merv" 9. "Goodbye, Darkr 10. "Free TO Choose' rtainme ian Brc 0 >; f jHr 1 Br 8 f - -"-Bbv _ - '^JMB|WWJBPBB^HK& g and played slide guitar durin rs' Sunday night cancart. Snm rothers' performance was unii (Photo by Karen Kemper j oTemT Albums Bruce Springsteei . $ Barbra Streisanc Kenny Roger* r" Stevie Wondei Queei ?n" PatBenatai Diana Ros: AC/DC ' The DOobie Brother! The Jackson: Movies inM Warner Broi i" Paramour an" Paramour * ' Orio Columbi American Cinem 20th Century-Fo Columbi Avco Embass y Sin" Filmway Singles Kenny Roge " Barbra Streisai ' Donna Summ tes The Dust" Que< t" r/jina Ro nSav" " StevieWond John Lenn< ks" Neil Diamoi Cliff Hichai Ion-Fiction . if rv .1 1 uougias n. t.;as< ,imit" Wayne Dy leleons" Truman Capo nown as Shirley" Shelley Winte i's Gourmet Diet" Craig Claibori Woody All* ms" Studs Turk Merv Griff less: A Memoir of the Pacific War"., William Manchestc " Milton and Rose Friedmi others 1 I By Tanya Sta?VA Those who had the chance to Band perform Sunday night I wondered how Gregg Allman, j the keyboards, could have v necessitate drying his head afte On the other hand, the av< exactly a picture of enthusiasn Al A. 1 ml A 4.1 4 Iapamy prompieu ine /\uani Hammond to inquire whether < in too many intoxicants before i few thunderous reactions from Section's performance deserve Till? A TI 4MTA Dkxtlim Ca/ !1 IlCi /II 1 /I UU^ U1III ocv their radio airplay hits. While inattentive, the band kicked o The crowd was brought to thei Goddard's short solo. Ronnie brace the microphone and tti through "Not Gonna Let It Bol cuts from their latest album. The execution of the songs we !"gee, it sounds just like the rec boredom until the ten minute Hammond comically injected Stone's "Miss You,"which foil tern. After the brief Stone's shorter (nearly undectable) j muttering,"Whip it- whip it goo i ha m il/n ^ ui^ uiirvt_. Stomping, lighters and spotli jS? the upper rows brought the bey Nj stage to sing of their hometo | Alligatc W ' / !! -poor jut By David Baker pj_ Film Critic I It's the time of year when _ the hit movies of autumn | have, for the most part, I played themselves out. The | major distributors are S holding off another week or two before unleashing, or unloading, the dozen or so big-budget holiday attractions that they hope will tide filmgoers over until the j next wave of pictures washes ashore in Februarv. 5 _____________________________ "The Apple" s 5 cored at its incept \ bottom of the barre 5 In this time of relaxed activity from the majors, the } independent film companies are having a field day. They are foisting off such n forgettable filler material as "Alligator," which isn't as ! slimy as its advertising 1 | campaign might lead you to I believe, and "The Apple," a i i -i i i which auuuiu nave oeen y cored at its inception and left s at the bottom of the barrel, ; where it could turn unassumingly into cider. rs INDEED, Menahem id Golan's wretched tribute to er winesaps and religion, "The *n Apple," is so rotten that it ss soured me on movies for the er bigger part of my er Thanksniving vacation. In 3n the final scene of this low1(j budget, musical disaster, r(j which is set in 1994, God 1 drives out of the sky in his j solid gold 1977 Cadillac Seville, and becomes the I Pied Piper of a space-age | Haight-Ashbury. RV er He tells the devil to go to ,te hell, then leads a group of rs hippies off to another planet ne where, presumably, they en can live out their lives in el peace, love and interstellar radiation. That which precedes this Jr uproariously inane climax is in basically a porno movie J without sex. We see dozens 00S&S&* < ****+ ?1?rm?- ?-,i , r r - L . r,M. . lacke Savory frttar witness the Allman Brother! at the coliseum may hav< appearing nearly comatose a /orked up enough sweat t< i ucmiy cvcijr iiuuiuci . erage-sized crowd was not 1. At one point, the audienc< a Rhythm Section's Ronni< >r not the crowd had indulge< the show. This brought one o the fans. The Atlanta Rhythi d to stir more response than i ition's show relied heavily 01 n? 1: - ?4:n : me; auuieuut; was sun lctu i; ff with "Champagne Jam." r feet with beefy-bassist Pau Hammond continued to em irow his hair from his eye her Me Tonight" and severa ire virtually flawless with tha ord" perfection that edged o rendition of "So Into You." n f an; Kn ?*o ft*Am tho Pnllin ? 1VVY UU1 O A & Will U1V X VVSAllftlj lows the same rhythmic pal interlude, there was an eve ab at Devo, with Hammon d" as he sauntered away fror ghts on a Confederate flag ii s from Doraville, Ga. backo wn. " uoraviile" nad bee >rs, as& \er mat< of trashy-looking people none of whom can act strolling aimlessly acros the screen in search of thing to do and say, and ways t get out of their contracts which Golan probably ha< them sign in blood. AND SPEAKING of blood plasma purists will delight ii "Shbgun Assassin," directe in Japanese by Kenji Misum anrl in PwrtllnU ? MUU ill uugiidii uy IVUUtM Houston. This poorly-dubbe hould have beet ion and left at thi I." oriental import feature more squirting catsup tha all the Heinz, Hunt's and D< Monte factories pi together. The story concerns Lor Wolf (Tomisabur Wakayama), a disgrace Samurai warrior who gel into trouble with his shogu master. He travels acros Japan, sword in ham defending himself and h infant son, whom he push( the whole way in a quail wooden stroller, against tt shogun's assassins. Believe it or nnt bloody mess is based on popular Japanese com strip. And we can't even s uncut Bugs Bunny cartoo . on this side of the Pacific. IN THE latest exercise implausibility from the fol at Schick Sunn Classics, wl have made a fortune ov the years by pandering to t taste, or lack thereof, of ti American public, the Unit States government is shov to be hiding a UFO th plummeted to earth aft colliding with a NA5 satellite. The movie is callc "Hangar 18," and it stai Robert Vaughn as a Whi House aide trying to keep lid on the cover-up, and Gai i u.'.xiM* PiWflWMWMW^ fI1"! nthusi requested throughout the show change, willing to show their ap 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, the a depressing blues number after j The Atlanta HSiytnm sectio o Brothers Band, "Strictly Rock anticipated, Dickey Betts sav< t lead and slide guitar in sue "Melissa" and "Whipping Poi Essery, combined with Betts n Dean Daughtery, provided a y sufficiently entertained most of Gregg Allman wavered in b il presence was one of wild bon i- never been one to destroy equi s stage, it doesn't seem right il holiouincr hi? urnrHc u/hon hp u/a The crowd was forced to ere t lighters for what seemed to b< n minutes or more for the return minutes, much of the crowd die g prepared to leave, t- Fortunately they were drav - x? I l_ it I i n unquesuonauiy me Drigniesi sp d version of the instrumental "Pt n duo drumming of Butch Tru< Johnson. This evolved into a d n the bass of David Goldflies unl n the stage to wrap up the nighl n Man." 1 iassins, ( erial at th (, Collins and James Hampton , as astronauts who are being s framed for it. Darren s McGavin is also on hand, but o for no discernahi? purpose i, other than to add marquee d value, however small. The dialogue in "Hangar '? 18" consists of lines like, "The aliens sure didn't get u this equipment from Radio l* Shack!" And James L. *t Conway directed, as if d radioed in from Uranus. Maybe that's why watching the movie is like watching a " 93-minute bowel movement. R THE CLASS of the schlock movies currently on view is easily Lewis Teague's - "Alligator," a biting send-up is of the B-grade horror picn tures that have been el saturating theater screens 11 for the past several months. In the film's opening scene, we see a sweet little ie 0 1 M M mtmm m ' a "Ihe class of t m currently on vie v ? Teague's "Alligato is is girl named Marisa it badgering her father into ie buying her a pet gator at a reptile farm in Florida. re She names the creature a Ramone and loves it ic faithfully until one day, back ee home in Kansas City, her ns grumpy old father flushes the baby gator down the tiolet and tells Marisa the in little beast died in his sleep. Ks ho WHEN NEXT we see the er couple, it's 12 years later, he Marisa has grown up to be a he gorgeous, world-famone ed herpatologist, a zoologist vn specializing in reptiles, and at Hamone a foul-tempered, 36er foot-long eater-of-anything. >A When his supply of dead dogs, which a local chemical company has been using for id growth experimentation, rs runs out, Ilamona starts te nibbling sewer workers. a *y When his supply of sewer tfniv'iaaihtfrr' . asm , and the audience was, for a tpreciation. Section, who virtually came _ ml All it. music, lue niiinun r?roine**s onto the platform in full ;arettes while staring blankly like a full minute. ; band started off with a semithe audience had just heard n's tribute to the Allman and Roll." But, as many had ;d the night with his excellent h numbers as "Blue Skv." st." The blues harp of Jim and the keyboard talents of musically solid unit which the audience. etween yawns, and his stage edom. Although Allman has pment or dance half nude on to find yourself so strongly Us, "I teei line i m aymg: ate havoc and wear out their i an undeserved period of five of the band. After about four id down, looked confused, and rn back to provide what was ot of the evening. A 15 minute ;gasus" exalted thefcscinating :ks and Jaimoe Johnny Lee ual between kettle drums and til the entire band returned to t with, what else, "Rambling JFOs i eater workers runs out, he starts chewing pet-shop owners i and policemen. This, of course, prompts the police, K?r rv :j ivu uy wcictlivc LJii V1U Madison (Robert Forster), to try to flush Ramone out anu destroy him. Flushing 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 winning plaudits for his Return 01 tne becaucus Seven." The acting, from Forster, Robin Riker and Perry Lang is also a cut above what one expects in this type of picture and, surprise of surprises, most be schlock movies v is easily Lewis r." of the movie's many laughs are intentional. PARTICULARLY endearing 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 _ *:i^. ruvcuuusicpiuc. 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 Kicky Schroder or the revolting Gary Coleman, !'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.