Word: chillingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Anyway, this is not the film's central concern. Allen, his wife (Mia Farrow) and another couple are trying to live with the dulling compromises of long liaisons, yet also searching for sustaining warmth as the chill of the years settles on them. Trial separations, silly affairs, are the results, not the causes of their anguish...
...that Yitzhak Rabin is now Prime Minister of Israel is genuine, and the President is eager to reward every accommodating step that Israel takes. The withholding of U.S. loan guarantees earlier this year after the Jewish state refused to freeze its settlements in the occupied territories guaranteed a lengthy chill in relations between Bush and Yitzhak Shamir. The only graceful exit from this impasse seemed a defeat of Shamir's Likud at the polls. Since that is exactly what happened, Bush took pains at a Kennebunkport summit last week to emphasize his warm feelings for Rabin, whose government has canceled...
...funny sleeper -- has been fulfilled. Wrong. Or, as Buffy says, "Does the word duh mean anything to you?" It does to director Fran Rubel Kuzui, whose frenzied mistrust of her material is almost total. Somebody should have given her a garlic necklace -- or a Miltown -- and told her to chill...
...coach Daly is not known as the "prince of pessimism" for nothing. He is publicly worried that since games in the Olympics are eight minutes shorter than those in the N.B.A., his juggernaut might dawdle, fall behind and wait until it is too late to mount a rally. Hey, chill out, replies Jordan. "We have too much talent, and we'll turn it on whenever we have to." Daly frets that the three-point shooting line in international basketball is closer to the basket than in the N.B.A. and that the lane is wider, both tending to nullify the Americans...
From the moment he appears onstage, uniformed and martial, barking out "Now is the winter of our discontent" with the guttural fury of a drill sergeant, Sir Ian McKellen's Richard III is arrestingly cruel and humorless, all chill and absolutely no charm. Not for him the leisurely glories of the play's language or the seductions of direct address and droll comedy to woo an audience. In a role that can epitomize the concept of the villain one loves to hate, McKellen avoids anything lovable or even approachable. This production, which has won raves from London to Cairo...