Word: baits
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...than Mark Thompson's "10 Questions for Tommy Franks" [Aug. 9]. Every question was a not-so-thinly veiled swipe at the war in Iraq and the Bush Administration, obviously designed to get Franks to agree with Thompson's views. I am thankful General Franks did not take the bait. Christopher J. Rodel Sun Prairie, Wisconsin...
...label. At a Times Square movie palace last week, patrons who shelled out $10 each to see a new Tom Cruise movie, only to get David Hasselhoff as the star instead, angrily rushed the box office to demand full refunds. The studio admitted saving millions with the celluloid bait-and-switch but denied shortchanging customers. "Hey, guy," noted a senior executive, "Tom and Dave are both adult male Americans with all their limbs and faculties intact. Both of 'em can talk and kiss and land a punch, am I right? Let's not split hairs!" And, he pointed...
...charged with eliminating a mysterious rebel group called the House of Flying Daggers, which derives its name from its members' knuckleball-like throwing knives, which dance and weave toward their targets. The pair concoct an elaborate plan to use a blind bar girl (Zhang Ziyi) as rebel bait, and Zhang, a trained ballerina, shows off her skills in a dance sequence that turns into an elegant, then vicious, duel. It is the visual highlight of a gorgeous film...
...bear-to-look. Go on, take a stroll in the woods (in Shyamalan's The Village) when you've been told that monsters lurk there. Or a dip in the ocean (in the low-budget thriller Open Water) when you're left stranded as shark bait. Try to wash out that feeling of dread by shampooing your hair (in the Japanese spookathon Ju-on: The Grudge). You begin to rub in the shampoo--and for a moment you feel a third hand, corpse cold, massaging your scalp...
...kehr, but still what a great name for a resort manager) points me to the compost heap, where there should be no shortage of “verms.” The sort of fishing I’ve done has always been with lures or not-live bait. After shoveling through four feet of partially decomposed fruit, hay and cow shit I faintly glimpse ugly translucent wiggles—not the cute pink type I used to step on in my driveway after a rain or the kind I opened up in freshman bio—but worms...