Word: chess
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...some of us athletic. When I was seven, my father brought home a used Commodore 64, and it almost immediately became a bonding point for my brothers and me. Our contests were no longer as simple as who had the best natural jump-shot, or an innate feel for chess; video games featured all sorts of contests, and thus became a lingua franca...
...Russia's Davis Cup victory. Then again, it's easy to be biased toward a player who presents as charming, funny, candid, self-deprecating, philosophical and smart. Safin's compatriot, Nikolay Davydenko, who's risen to world No. 3 despite a body that appears more suited to chess, has been a quarter-finalist in Melbourne the previous two years and could sneak into the semis this time before many fans can say his name right. James Blake (U.S.), Tommy Robredo (Spain), Tommy Haas (Germany), David Nalbandian (Argentina) and Baghdatis are others to keep...
...initial fear and uncertainty of the house soon transforms into a routine of singing, soap operas, and cooking. Relationships develop not only between the party guests, but also between the guests and their captors, and with each language lesson and chess match, there is a sense that they all have forgotten the reason they’re trapped in the house in the first place...
...Casino Royale” is a little of both, as it turns out. Eventually their game of emotional chess gives way to the film’s interminable poker match, punctuated with gunplay and torture portrayed in more graphic terms than usual for a Bond flick. These convulsions eventually break through the pair’s thick armor and allow them to see what’s at each other’s core: a mirror image. The two are the same insofar as Darcy and Elizabeth from Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice?...
...little connoisseur of certain actors, directors and genres-all American, since I was an American kid, and since Hollywood product dominated movie theaters. Then one day, at a Philadelphia art house in early 1959, I saw Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal, and saw the light. The knight playing chess with Death, the panorama of medieval questing and suffering, the clowns and flagellants, all convinced me: this was art! There were movies, I knew, and now... there was film! A thing apart and above. The sacred, rarefied, demanding goddess of cinema...