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...mentioned that he wanted to bring the play to the big screen. "Every director in Hollywood wanted to do it," Schumacher recalls. "Because this was already the biggest show in the world." Then he saw it and got hooked. Just the storyline - a deformed composer who lives beneath the Paris Opera House and becomes obsessed with a young singer - transfixed him. In the darkness of Broadway's Majestic Theater, at the climax when the Phantom threatens to kill the girl's lover unless she stays with him, Schumacher had an epiphany. "She kisses him. And then - I don't know...
...Design. It is, in itself, a powerful and sculptural meditation on the architectural innovations the Carpenter Center has witnessed over the previous 40 years. Perhaps the result of a seed brought by the little bird at Corbusier’s request or an element of the original design incubated beneath the building for the last 40 years, the plastic “egg” is trapped between the machine and the human: designed and output on sophisticated digital fabrication technologies, but painstakingly assembled by hand...
...imitates life; after all, we can only work with what we see. Sometimes—or even frequently—life imitates art. Beneath these well-known aphorisms is something more profound and meaningful: fantasy. Fantasy can also imitate life and, as Finding Neverland lovingly shows, life can imitate fantasy...
...clothes, the car and the looks to get any girl—and he does, with an endless string of paramours ranging wildly from an aging cosmetics empress (Susan Sarandon) to a flighty, semi-psychotic teenager. But the car is borrowed, the suits were on sale and beneath Law’s charming smirk is a calculating mind. Alfie has no warmth or romanticism, despite his British charm. The movie captures his gradual comprehension of that emptiness surprisingly well. His self-discovery is aided by the stylistic device of Alfie’s narration directly to the audience...
...don’t care. When I walk through the doors of Dylan’s Harvard concert on Sunday, I’m going to forget about all my midterms, and the coldness of impending winter. Instead, I’m going to dance beneath a diamond sky of music with one hand waving free, and thank Bob for letting...