DUKE RILEY’S INSANE TRIUMPH
by Jerry Saltz



There were tossed tomatoes aplenty, although the one that smashed me in the shoulder within minutes of the event’s commencement I never saw coming. As I wiped off the runny residue, togas and robes fluttered, dancers dressed as Roman vixens writhed on floating platforms, Black Sabbath’s "War Pig" blasted over loudspeakers, passenger jets roared overhead, and spectators jeered and cheered as leaky boats made of what looked like reeds and junk foundered in shallow water, rammed one another, and fired watermelon cannonballs in every direction.

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