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...call out to her family. But while the autopsy report says how Taylor died, it does not explain why she was not diagnosed with asthma in the first place. Friends say that for at least a year before her death, she would occasionally complain of being short of breath. Taylor had seen her family physician as recently as May, but he had treated her for what he apparently believed was a severe sore throat and bronchitis, not asthma...
...throaty intimacy, the smart selling of each phrase, the whisper of lightly ironic girl talk in "just a little too tight," the clear but not prissy enunciation--these are signs of a true storyteller in song. And since she delivers the whole verse in a single confident breath, Twain gets a free pass into the pantheon of thrushes...
Susan Smithgasped as the Union, S.C., jury returned after just 2 1/2 hours of deliberation and announced that they had voted to sentence her to life in prison, instead of choosing the death penalty. "There was a sharp, collective intake of breath," TIME's Lisa Towle reports. "David Smith, the boys' father, stared straight ahead, not even blinking. Beverly Russell, her stepfather, pulled a handerchief and patted his brow, and Linda Russell, her mother, bowed her head and cried silently into a tissue." The jury of nine men and three women had taken the same amount of time last Saturday...
...with Waiting to Exhale, the adaptation of the hugely popular 1992 novel by Terry McMillan, starring the even more popular WHITNEY HOUSTON. It's the story of four women, played by LORETTA DEVINE, Houston, ANGELA BASSETT and LELA ROCHON, who are all, for reasons mostly involving men, holding their breath. How did an actor macho enough to play a bomb expert in a bomb like Blown Away fare directing such a project? "It was intense," says Whitaker. "I have new insights into women. I can't pinpoint what they are, but I'd recognize them in real life...
...Ghosts and The Tingler, visitors enter a circular room, are strapped into seats and see a huge hideous monster writhing in a plastic tube. Then the alien escapes--and the lights go out. Heavy footsteps approach, and your seat gets a violent rattle. You feel the creature's breath and reptilian tongue on the back of your neck. An icky liquid drenches you; is it someone's exploding guts or your own fear-sweat? The experience is divinely cheesy: 3-D radio, aiming only to scare you nuts. And it works; the crowd happily screams along...