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...casualties of the earthquake lie face-down on the wet pavement outside Brynjolfur Gesson's garage, their red hats and white beards a mess of ceramic shards. Unlike his garden gnomes, Gesson wasn't home when the earthquake struck his home earlier in the afternoon, sending a wide crack up the wall of his kitchen, where broken plates, beer cans, and paper lie in a chaotic heap on the floor. As his neighbors cram mattresses and suitcases into cars as they head for the homes of relatives in nearby Reykjavik, Gesson can't say where he plans...
Given the barrage of publicity and outrage that it has generated in the last day, you know what you're in for before you even crack the spine of What Happened, Scott McClellan's memoir of his nearly three years as George W. Bush's press secretary. It's not necessarily surprising that McClellan critiques his former co-workers. But the candor, anger and overall disappointment with which McClellan discusses President Bush and his policies is particularly surprising from someone previously presumed to be the most faithful of aides. On the fifth page of the preface McClellan bluntly writes, "History...
Bill Mandel couldn't agree more. In 1991 he and his wife became foster parents of Robyn, a three-day-old, crack-addicted black infant who had been abandoned on San Francisco's Mission Street. For more than a year, the Mandels were never contacted by county social workers. But when they tried to adopt Robyn at age 14 months, the county sought to remove the child from their care, citing the lack of a racial match. The Mandels obtained a restraining order, then in May 1994 won the right to adopt. Mandel has little patience for those who worry...
...mind. LaBeouf, an intelligent actor without an ounce of charisma, will be hard put to replace the original, iconic Indy. Ford looks just fine, his chest tanned to a rich, Corinthian leather; he is still lithe on his feet and can deliver a wisecrack as sharp as a whip crack. Indeed, he seems sprightlier than much of the movie. There are scenes that play like stretching exercises at the retirement home; there are garrulous passages while Indy translates runic inscriptions; even the title seems a few words too long. It takes about an hour for Crystal Skull to deliver...
...often, though, the project is lulling and mechanical. Lucas may want the series to extend to Indy 500, but this time the filmmakers are less like a crack racing team and more like a '50s pop group, the Platters or the Drifters, reconvened to sing their hits at a pbs oldies concert. They mime their classic choreography--and may cheat on the high notes--but it's a treat just to see them trying. That's the instant movie nostalgia of Crystal Skull. It's got the old airs and familiar faces and works up a commendable sweat. All that...