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...rehab facility, complaining all the while about the camera phones and tabloid reporters that are always on hand to capture bad behavior. How, he asks, is he supposed to snort a line in front of a bunch of strangers if they’re all taking pictures of him? Ah, the tribulations of fame. These lyrics, straight off tabloid front-pages, are delivered to the receptionist, the psychologist, the masseuse and the group therapist at the resort-like clinic—he skips the group hug to let us know that “when you?...
...Ah, yes, the soup. That's what attracted the hordes paying as much as $30 a serving long before the Seinfeld parody. The soup, most notably the sumptuous lobster and crab bisques, earned him a rating in the Zagat food guide higher than those of some of Manhattan's best chefs. Yeganeh travels the world looking for unusual spices, and each soup is studded with fresh vegetables and meat. "We're sure that there's a strong market out there for these premium soups," says Bello...
...Ah, to breathe the fine air of France!" As he spoke in mock-heroic tones last week, Sayed Diakite, 19, a student from the southern suburbs of Paris, was smiling gleefully, and weeping at the same time. Like hundreds of other young people boxed in by riot police between the Bon Marché department store and the Hotel Lutetia in the heart of the Left Bank, his eyes were running in reaction to pungent tear gas and smoke from a burning newspaper kiosk. Amid the uproar, Diakite and his fellow students felt a budding sense of empowerment. Up to half...
...Ah, to breathe the fine air of France!" As he spoke in mock heroic tones last week, Sayed Diakite, 19, a student from the banlieues south of Paris, was smiling gleefully and weeping at the same time. Like hundreds of other young people boxed in by riot police between the Bon March department store and the Hotel Lutetia in the heart of the Left Bank, Diakite was choking in air pungent with tear gas and smoke from a burning newspaper kiosk. Amid the uproar, he and his fellow students felt a budding--and maybe false--sense of empowerment. Could half...
...Ah, how I do love Colin Farrell. Ever since his turn as a manipulated CIA fledgling in “The Recruit,” I, like many other star-struck teenage girls, have swooned over the overtly sexual, foul-mouthed, chain-smoking playboy. I didn’t think it got any “badder” than Ireland’s favorite bad boy had already shown us. However, after witnessing Farrell’s latest project, writer/director Robert Towne’s “Ask the Dust,” I left the theater having...