Mostly Mean-Spirited One-Liners
“Knocked Up” (Troll + babe + one night stand = bun in oven; yuks ensue): About a Boink
“St Elmo’s Fire” (Saccharine Brat Pack yackfest): Treacle me Elmo

Lowe, Moore, Estevez, Sheedy, Nelson, Winningham, McCarthy: The Seven Bummers of the Eighties World.
“Raging Bull” (Palooka takes dive, loses soul, gains pounds): Bull — steaming piles of it
“The Champ” (Kiddie sees Pop, a pug, die in prizefight): The sticky sweet science

Ricky Schroeder and Jon Voight, directed by boxing maven Franco Zeffirelli — A.J. Liebling he ain’t.
“Rocky” (Tomato can gets chance, goes distance, loses bout, wins geekette): Idiot, box!

Sylvester Stallone, Burgess Meredith: Punchy’s cornerman, the Penguin, makes with the tips, life lessons.
“Pretty Maids All in a Row” (Rock Hudson drops trou in misogynist schlock): Rock bottom
“On the Waterfront” (Love makes hero rat of tanker bum): Catharsis for a cheese-eater
“With a Song in My Heart” (Saucy cripple croons, suffers, overacts): Hobbledehoyden

Susan Hayward as Jane Froman: Valiant, full-throated gimp lures nutjob Robert Wagner into her crutches.
“Meet John Doe” (Capra thumps sugary populism tub . . . again): Hooey, dewy and gooey
“Blood and Sand” (Torero Ty repents his pride too late, pays): Schmaltz of the Toreadors