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...number four in Best Film of the Last 30 Or So Years. Although few of us perhaps could say what a kestrel is--even though it is totally the coolest, supposedly able to hover Harrier-like in the air--we would do well to follow the Brit crits' lead: though not the best example, My Name Is Joe is another acceptable slice of Loach's British social realism...
...speaking of Peterman only at his extreme, though I confess I think the Peterman contribution has been more to the culture of fantasy than to clothing. I search for Peterman moments in real life. For example: A foreign correspondent, old Asia hand, Brit I've known for years, has us up to his tiny, steamy Manhattan apartment for dinner. He makes Peking duck, and when he notices an awkward pause in the conversation, pops his head out of the kitchen and begins an anecdote in that fluting voice of his: "You know, once when I was playing...
...contact. Tragically, the site doesn't tell you where to buy one in the U.S. And, until recently, I couldn't answer your questions. Then, a month ago, kismet. I was at a sushi bar in the middle of the desert (Las Vegas) listening with approval as the Brit on the stool next to me browbeat the chef: "It tastes like a black plastic bag," he whined, pointing to his tuna roll. "I can't eat the bahhhg-tasting thing!" Figuring he was a fellow critic, I struck up a conversation. The man turned out to be Joe McAllister...
Instead, Declassified will be the product not only of Stone's aptly named Illusion Entertainment Group but also of Michael Davies, who became an entertainment executive at ABC in January. A native Brit, Davies loves the Fox network's hit reality specials, such as When Animals Attack and World's Scariest Police Chases. He came to ABC to mimic and improve on them. "If Fox did When Animals Attack," he told Electronic Media magazine earlier this year, "I want to do Why Animals Attack...
...Kaye, a Brit who shoots the film with familiar pizazz (low-angle shots, portentous slo-mo, some black-and-white scenes), made his name directing TV commercials in Europe. What's not clear is the product on sale here. It seems to be brotherhood among the races. But David McKenna's script is either cunningly ambiguous or desperately muddled. In racially torn Venice Beach, Calif., the neo-Nazis are pathetic lowlifes, crying out for our contempt. And of course Nazism is a thug ideology. Yet much of the film's violence is committed by blacks; most of the victims...