FILM

At Harvard The Children of Paradise. At the Kirkland House Dining Hall, Friday and Saturday at 8 and 11:15. Cover

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BOSTON

Beacon Hill--1 Beacon St.--Foul Play, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 8, 10

Charles I--195 Cambridge St.--Star Wars, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 7:45, 10.

Charles II--Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 8, 10:15. Charles III--The Last Waltz, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 7:45, 10.

Cheri II--Dalton St.--Heaven Can Wait, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 7:45, 10. Cheri III--The Cheap Detective, 1:30, 3:30, 5:45, 8, 10.

Exeter Theater--Exeter St.--Cat and Mouse, 12, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Friday-Saturday midnight show---The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Paris--841 Boylston--Carnal Knowledge, 1:30, 3:30, 5:45, 8, 10.

Pi Alley--237 Washington St.--Jaws II, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 7:45, 10.

Sack 57--200 Stuart St.--Grease, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 8, 10.

Sack 57 II--Revenge of the Pink Panther, 1:30, 3:30, 5:45, 8, 10.

Savoy I--539 Washington St.--Swarm, 1, 3:15, 5:30, 7:45, 10.

CAMBRIDGE

Brattle Theater--Brattle St.--Fists in His Pocket, 5:30, 9:45; My Uncle Antoine, 7:45.

Central I--425 Mass Ave--Illustrious Corpses, 5:15, 7:25, 9:35. Central II--The Lady Eve, 6:35, 10; Trouble in Paradise, 5, 8:25.

Galeria--Boylston St.--An Unmarried Woman, 12:45, 3, 5:15, 7:30, 9:45.

Harvard Square Theater--Friday: Monty Python and the Holy Grail, 1, 3:55, 6:50, 9:45; Groove Tube, 2:35, 5:30, 8:25, Friday and Saturday at midnight. Saturday-Sunday: Saturday Night Fever, 12, 3:55, 7:55; Mean Streets, 2, 5:55, 9:55.

Orson Welles--1001 Mass Ave--I, Dear Inspector, 4, 5:50, 7:50, 9:45; Orson Welles II--Madame Rosa, 4, 6, 8, 9:55. Orson Welles III--Outrageous, 5:50, 7:45, 9:35. Friday-Saturday midnight shows--Female Trouble, The Harder They Come and Night of the Living Dead.

Off the Wall--861 Main St.--The Cartoons of Max Fleischer, 4, 6, 8, 10, Friday and Saturday at midnight, Sunday at 2.

Southern Africa Solidarity Committee presents Sacco and Vanzetti, Friday and Saturday at 7:30, 10 in the Science Center. It'll cost you $1.50, but a) it's a great movie, and b) the money's going to a real good cause.

Mean Streets--This is the film that made Martin Scorsese. A rough, startling, excellent glimpse of the lives of a couple of small-time Italian hoods in the Bronx. Robert de Niro sparkles as Johnny Boy, the idiotic, irresponsible galoot who drags his nominally smarter buddy, Harvey Keitel, into some big trouble. This film catches the pulse of The City better than almost any other film of the '70s. A must.

Saturday Night Fever--You mean you haven't seen it? Good for you. But you'll get another chance this weekend at the Harvard Square Theater. Travolta will be there. So will his pelvis. Oh boy.

Dear Inspector--A delightful, if not too deep, French film about a female detective, a big-ass murder case, and an incipient love affair. Philippe de Broca's first film in a long while is rather pleasing, even if the mystery suffers some for the sake of the romantic comedy. Philippe Noiret and Annie Girardot make a good pair. A little thin, but a lot of fun.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail--Remember, a few years ago, how funny these guys were? They still are, kids, and this is their best movie. Watch out for killer bunnies, shrubberies, and "Tim."

Revenge of the Pink Panther--To be perfectly honest, we haven't seen this one yet, but we can imagine that it's just Peter Sellers up to his old tricks again. M. Clouseau on the trail of something or other, with all the attendant mania. Sellers is a very funny man who doesn't know how to quit while he's ahead.

Heaven Can Wait--Warren Beatty does it all in this rather stupid movie. Our sources say it's enjoyable, but incredibly dumb...up to you. If you're thinking of reincarnation, you'll love this.

Sgt. Peppers...--No, we haven't seen this yet, either, and we don't want to. We're old enough to remember the '60s, and this movie offends us. Peter Frampton, get lost.

Jaws II, The Swarm, and Grease--Our sources also tell us that these three films, none of which have any redeeming value (or even prurient interest) of their own, are being combined by a Hollywood genius. The plot? Simple--a gang of singing, dancing bees takes on a gang of man-eating sharks wearing denim jackets and greased-back incisors for the rights to Laguna Beach. Or something like that.