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. . . as runners, long distance or otherwise. The Austrian men's marathon mark is nearly ten minutes slower than the world standard. It's the same tardy story in the sprints, where the "fastest" Austrian mile dash man is bringing up the rear, lagging a full ten seconds behind in the dust of the more fleet milers from other lands. Therefore, it is a total joke to miscast Austrian Arnold as THE RUNNING MAN (1987). Maybe that's the point. This campy comedy is chock full of the lamest stabs at humor, half coming from Arnie himself. What this story needs is more running of the feet, and less of the mouth!

" . . . Like "The 'I's" have it." This certainly appears to be the case with FOOL'S LUCK. First of all, it seems that two of Ida Lupino's in-laws, ancestors or elder relatives take part in these 15:25.03 minutes of hijinks. In perhaps an unrelated coincidence, it appears that Chapter Ten of the Twentieth Century television mini-series, I, CLAUDIUS, is a remake of this Arbuckle opus. From this distant perspective, all of these I's from the 1900's seem to have been dotted if not crossed during the yesteryears of long ago. By now most if not all of the film folks from back then have bought the farm.

. . . to encompass 18 minutes of Mr. Arbuckle? As they used to chant around the smoking butte campfires, "The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind; the answer is blowing in the wind." The imminent bisection of Nell in the sawmill is about what we've come to expect in any Arbuckle production. This director was particularly prone to providing cruel and unusual punishments for the women always in distress when it came to his pictures. No doubt the film studio chiefs tried to tone down these carnival assaults by dividing up his films into tiny bite-sized chunks.