DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
Imagine you've got a large zit on your back—right between your shoulder blades. Imagine it grows to the size of a golf ball. Jack Nicklaus is prepared to endorse it. Then, to make matters worse, your boyfriend is Tony Curtis and he reads tarot cards for a living.
Double Feature!
DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
by Edouard Dauphin
Imagine you've got a large zit on your back—right between your shoulder blades. Imagine it grows to the size of a golf ball. Jack Nicklaus is prepared to endorse it. Then, to make matters worse, your boyfriend is Tony Curtis and he reads tarot cards for a living.
That's the plight of Susan Strasberg in The Manitou, a new schlocker that will have you reaching for the pimple cream—to rub in your eyes, or maybe to swallow. Anything to relieve the boredom.
Pretty soon Susan's lump has ballooned to tennis ball proportions. lie Nastase would like to give it a good swat. Susan is getting alarmed but Tony is unruffled. "Don't worry," he assures her, "it's nothing." So is his performance.
Susan disregards Tony's advice. After all, last time she saw him he was the Boston Strangler. She checks into the hospital to have it surgically removed. One look at its size and the nurses send out for a ten gallon tube of Clearasil.
Susan's problems are just beginning. Something is moving inside her growth. And from the feel of things, it's already mastered the pogo.