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...across the country for fruit, vegetables and cheese. And many angry consumer advocates, who think they haven't seen the end of the increases, promise nothing less than a rebellion. Charges David Morse, a manager at the state Office of Ratepayer Advocates: "It's like saying there's a blank check to cover the generators' demands...
...What does it all mean? That she, like any great star, is a blank slate on which any member of the public can write his or her own particular fantasy. Her response to the question of whether she, privately, is more like her "Marias" or the flashily dressed, seductive chanteuse, is a carefully measured one: "The public can choose how they want to see me. Some like the image of a tender girl, the poor girl of the soap operas. Others see me [as] more aggressive, strong, the way, I am sometimes on stage... I let my fans decide...
...turn toward benevolence all on his own: North Korea's quirky Kim Jong Il reached out kindly to the previously abhorred, non-communist South, summiting gaily with its leader and making Korea's pacification seem, suddenly, like a living prospect. Changes in Russia were more ambiguous as the blank-faced Vladimir Putin took charge. He was at least a sober antidote to the fitful Boris Yeltsin, but his unmoved reaction to the submarine Kursk's demise and his unapologetic bludgeoning of Chechnya showed him to be less than inspiring. Africa's news was bleak. The world awoke this year...
Harris' great performance has a kind of blank grimness; it contains not a single moment of charm or self-awareness. Harris never allows his exhibitions of Pollock's inexplicable gift to soften or redeem the man's monstrousness. The result is a harrowing film, impossible to "like" in any conventional way, hypnotically impossible to turn away from...
...away from his imitative work. Then we see him achieve his breakthrough and watch his burgeoning celebrity do him in. There has never been a more antiheroic biopic than this one. Or a better portrait of the artist as a hopeless mess. Harris' great performance has a kind of blank grimness; it contains not a single moment of charm or self-awareness. Harris never allows his exhibitions of Pollock's inexplicable gift to soften or redeem the man's monstrousness. The result is a harrowing film, impossible to "like" in any conventional way, hypnotically impossible to turn away from...