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Loeb’s response was tongue-in-cheek: “Well, I believe that at the time this country’s constitution was written it was considered ahead of its time...
...project is undermined by work-shy French colleagues and Iraq-fueled anti-British sentiment. Merde, named after the residue found on Paris sidewalks, takes swipes at such institutions as government ("a French politician without a mistress is like a sheriff without a gun - people think he has no firepower"), cheek-kissing ("if ever there's a serious epidemic of facial herpes, they'll have to get condoms for their heads"), kitchen utensils ("no wonder the French make such good engineers - you need a degree in industrial design just to cook dinner") and even Marianne, the French Uncle Sam: "This being...
...adolescent, anorectic Michael Crawford. He has Crawford?s thin, whiny voice, too, ill suited to poetic verse. He begins his big monologue, I swear, by declaring, ?Tuh be or not tuh be.? (It?s ?to,? mate. Rhymes with screw and you.) The performance gets wetter: tears on his cheek, snot peeking out of his nostrils, spume on his lips whenever he pronounces a word beginning with ?p? - and there are lots of them in the soliloquy. Whishaw continues in his mewling way for the extent of the production?s three hours and 40 minutes. But he lost...
...this any way to manage a franchise film? You bet it is. Written primarily by Alvin Sargent (who the credits indicate had a lot of help) and directed by Sam Raimi with his heart on his sleeve and his tongue in his cheek, Spider-Man 2 is 1) a sequel that's much better than the original movie and 2) probably the best special-effects extravaganza since Raiders of the Lost Ark. This is because the effects, though handsomely managed, don't overwhelm the story and characters...
...about me in a definite pattern, and when I raised my head up to curse the Germans in the pillbox on our right flank who were continually shooting up the sand in front of me, one of the fragments from an 88-mm shell hit me in my left cheek. It felt like being hit with a baseball bat, only the results were much worse. My upper jaw was shattered; the left cheek was blown open. My upper lip was cut in half. I washed my face out in the cold, dirty Channel water and managed somehow not to pass...