I STRUGGLED FRANTICALLY to my feet, spilling Diet Pepsi over the front of my brocade smoking jacket as I fl ailed about. There wasn't a second to lose. Lurching forward, grasping for the knob, I fell heavily over the coffee table. On hands and knees, I scrambled forward, hoping to kill the TV set before it was too late. With a groan, I realized that once again, I had lost. The late-Iate-movie curse had struck again. I sat back to accept my fate...