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DEVILISHDELIGHT: Longtime Tucson Weekly contributor
Stacey Richter, who stepped down from her post as film
critic last year, has published her first book of short stories,
My Date With Satan (Scribner, $22), available in local
and online bookstores now. In this collection of 13 funny, touching
tales, Richter's crackling voice reveals the hollow center
of contemporary pop culture, veering seamlessly between prom night
and the Twilight Zone.
Richter's work won high praise and numerous awards, including
two prestigious Pushcart Prizes. ("The Beauty Treatment"
appeared in the 1998 Pushcart anthology, while "The First
Men" will be printed in the upcoming 2000 edition.) Kirkus
Reviews praises Richter's "good ear for dialogue...and
strong eye for character." Last year, the Village Voice
named her a "writer on the verge."
This summer, she's taking the magazine world by storm.
In June, "Goal 666" appeared in Granta and
"The Prodigy of Longing" was published in GQ.
"An Island of Boyfriends" will appear in the August
edition of Seventeen.
--Nintzel
HE'S DEAD, JIM: It was with great sorrow that I
read of the death of Deforest Kelley, who, on top of having
one of the coolest first names in show biz, also played Dr. McCoy
on the original Star Trek television series.
Known for the fact that he was a doctor, not a construction worker,
magician or tree surgeon, McCoy played Betty to Spock's
Veronica in seeking out the affections of Captain Kirk, the archetypically
happy-go-lucky Archie of the trio.
But perhaps Deforest Kelley should be best remembered for his
extra-Federational activities, as the star (in a somewhat loose
sense of the word "star," such that it includes that
guy who played Wojo on the Barney Miller show) of over 30 films.
The best loved of those is no doubt the one that was filmed right
here, in Old Tucson Studios: I'm speaking, of course, of
Night of the Lepus. In our modern age, where "high
concept" is all that matters, a movie like Lepus
could not be made, not with its simple, human story about giant
rabbits terrorizing Southwestern farmers by trampling their crops
and gnawing people to death.
Still, in spite of his fine work on the best giant-killer-rabbit
film ever made, and the many oaters he filmed early in his career,
it is as Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy that we'll
all always remember Kelley. For my part, I try to know everything
there is to know about the characters, back-story, technology
and science of Star Trek, and will long remember that it
was Bones who developed the neurosurgical technique that 24th-century
Emergency Medical Holograms would all utilize in addressing damaged
cerebral cortices. And who could forget the cultural sensitivity
he displayed during his short marriage to a Yonadan priestess?
Or the fact that he was the first member of the crew of the original
Enterprise to set foot on the Enterprise-D, in the year 2364,
when he was 137 years old? It is a great tragedy of our primitive
era that Deforest Kelley could not have access to the futuristic
medical technology that would have allowed him to see that ripe
old age.
I'll miss you, Bones.
--DiGiovanna
GRUDGE MATCH: Why no one has ever done this before is well
beyond me. Greg Proops, the improv great with the funny name (and
long-standing Who's Line Is It Anyway stooge), hosts
Vs., a Comedy Central game show telecast daily at
5 p.m. that pits two teams of diametrically opposite characters
against each other. For money. Prison guards go against bikers.
Goth chicks take on beauty queens. Witches face Santas. Proops
ridicules them all.
Structurally, Vs. follows your ordinary game show fare,
with nothing more wacky than questions posed to weirdos about
the weirdos' specific areas of interest. However, Proops
ripping on his guests (who are ripe for the ripping) makes the
whole thing worthwhile. A particular moment of brilliance has
beauty queens deciding between two final categories: "Military
Alliances of the Peloponnesian War" or "Pageant Trivia."
Okay, so it's not quite genius, but it's pretty
damn funny.
One drawback is Proops' maladroit execution of his game-show
host duties. His awkwardness rubs off on the contestants, making
the game subtly uncomfortable at times, but a second season is
sure to relax things. And there's nothing like a laxative
to loosen up Proops. (Couldn't let that one go.)
I'm just waiting to see the Emil Franzi--Don Diamond
match-up. Talk about getting ugly.
--Vaughn
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