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...disaffected child (Anna Paquin), is moping around the farm, mourning her dead mother. Tom, Amy's distracted dad (Jeff Daniels), is in his workshop creating really strange metal sculptures--basically, if guiltily, ignoring his daughter. In the barn, though, a gaggle of orphaned goslings is beginning to hatch, and we all know what that means: the geese are in for some kind of trouble, father and daughter are in for some kind of bonding, and we're in for another trip down a slope--slippery with sentimental goo--that is all too familiar. And banal...
...1970s, but its composer, Andrew Lloyd Webber, seems to have done all right. He's got a new musical too: Whistle Down the Wind, which opens in Washington in December and is due on Broadway next spring. No falling chandeliers--just some kids who find a stranger in the barn--but it will probably be a hit anyway...
...without warning. When he went over, he took the bridle off Buck's face. "I mean, the bridle, the bit, the reins, everything. I went over his ears like a football through the goalposts and ended up on the other side of the jump. Buck went back to the barn with no bridle. And I landed straight on my head because my hands were entangled in the bridle and I couldn't get an arm free to stop my fall. Had I done that, I'd be looking at a sprained wrist. I was heard...
...DIEGO: After a nomination acceptance speech which at times had both Bob Dole and audience members in tears, the GOP presidential candidate is ready for what running mate Jack Kemp predicts will be a "barn burner of a campaign." Dole entered the final phase of his run in San Diego Friday with the declaration that his campaign considered every state a battleground. "We will take our message across America," he told 300 GOP delegates the morning after he accepted the nomination. First up: appearances in four states that Dole views as critical to his re-election chances. He will make...
...awaiting what I honestly thought would be a great experience, I reported to 111 Center Street, the New York Supreme Court, at 9 a.m. sharp one muggy Monday. After passing through security, I was told to join the other "prospective jurors" in the "Juror Assembly Room"--it was a barn, and we were crammed in like so many cattle. The lady next to me was reading "Lust in the Desert" and the gentleman on my other side, well, he had the right idea--he was out cold...