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The Secret of My Success

Michael J. Fox as an ambitious would-be exec who starts his corporate life in the mail room and proceeds to work his way up. Herbert Ross (Footloose, Pennies From Heaven) directs this glossily corrupt comedy as if the 50s (and Billy Wilder) never existed and Ivan Boesky were the last word in corporate morality. Ross gives a cooperative yes to just about everything: cutthroat takeovers and buy-outs, unapologetic money-grubbing, lusting after power and status, giving one's all to grand old corporate daddy . . . maybe somebody should send him out for coffee and rolls? Fox seems only too eager to embrace the three-piece solution, though unlike the gray-flannel conformists of the 50s he does so simply to test himself against the competition (yuppie self-improvement as the ultimate rationalizing ploy). The sexual carrot at the end of this stick is Helen Slater, goddess of the cubicles and a False Maria without irony, though uncomfortable allusions to Metropolis are obviously the last thing anyone wants to consider here. With Richard Jordan, Margaret Whitton, Fred Gwynne, and Christopher Durang.


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