Word: blandes
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.../Let’s go to the movies/Annie, wait and see.” Let’s go to the movies? Hm…I’d rather catch-up on “Dancing with the Stars” than watch an unabashedly bland Keanu Reeves try desperately to communicate with a woman from another time…through a mailbox. It seems that instead of attempting to reinvigorate the age-old pastime of movie-going, the big studios are simply making a slew of mediocre movies to fill the void left by quality films such...
...over the hook, and c) is inexplicably produced by Linkin Park’s Mike Shinoda. Add that to the bloated shout-outro and you’ve got 15 full minutes of lame. Plus, Fiasco’s got some growing to do. His rhythms are varied but bland; his rhymes cling to the beat’s skirts, rarely venturing into dangerous territory. Most worryingly, he can’t muster much charm. Still, one gets the sense Lupe’s a quick study; no doubt he’ll develop a stronger personality...
...When news broke of Halutz's share sell-off, legislators, radio announcers and normally bland-faced TV anchors all began calling for his resignation. The country's top-ranked warrior admitted selling off the shares, but denied doing any wrong. One Knesset member said Halutz was guilty of insider trading, not to mention taking his eye off Hizballah in the critical, early stages of the conflict, when it still seemed possible that Israeli searchers might rescue the two captured soldiers...
...tells a story similar to Desperate's, but from the bad guy's point of view. Gangsters pull off a heist, it goes wrong, and they blame it on the innocent guy whose truck they used. But the movie quickly shifts its focus from the decent victim, Steve (bland Ed Kelly), to the psycho, Duke Martin (strutting John Ireland), who has a dandy's affectations - he uses perfumed bullets - and promiscuous trigger finger. In the film's 72 mins. he kills four people, most of them witnesses to the crime Steve has been framed...
...Tuscan Shrimp Salad" bears only a notional relationship to Tuscany, where I have never seen the discordant, more-Asian-than-Italian marriage of almonds, shrimp, sun-dried tomatoes, hot peppers, sweet peppers, and soft lettuce. Were I on Bourbon Street, in New Orleans, and was delivered a steak as bland as the Applebee's "Bourbon Street Steak," I would leave, drink three or four Hurricanes, and call...