Word: cuba
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...that you would expect rigorous theology to be any movie's strong suit. "Where's God in all this?" Williams asks a fellow heavenite played by Cuba Gooding Jr., who replies, "He's up there somewhere, shouting down that he loves us." Not only is this dialogue unplayable (kudos to Gooding for not even sniggering); it makes God sound slovenly, like a bosomy mama hanging out a tenement window in an old Italian movie. The denizens of hell, meanwhile, appear to be damned for their lack of self-esteem--a quintessentially '90s view of sin. Forgive yourself, and cue beautiful...
...people have been left with nothing but the clothes on their backs, there's very little keeping them here," says Padgett. "If you think the U.S. has a problem with immigration from Central America right now, just wait until the refugees from Mitch start heading north." As Haiti and Cuba showed, nothing sways U.S. foreign policy faster than a sudden influx of tired, poor and huddled masses...
...they drop God from the plot. They're good. How's God just going to be absent from heaven? A better question is how Robin Williams can become sullen and morose in a place decorated in grand color-by-number style where a person's every wish is fulfilled? Cuba Gooding, Jr. breathes some life into the story. His energy actually recalls some of Williams' early comedic work, and serves as a constant reminder of what Williams lacks in What Dreams May Come. Jeremy J. Ross
...Strawberry, the recovering troublemaker, was hospitalized with colon cancer in the middle of the play-offs. So everybody stitched his number on their hats, even ex-teammate Jim Leyritz, who played on the opposing Padres. Hernandez pitched his first American season after paddling on a boat to escape from Cuba. His family was permitted to leave Havana for a ticker-tape parade in New York City. Even Fidel Castro is a softy for this team...
...personal heroics, there was David Wells' perfect game. There was the 12-game-winning "El Duque," born Orlando Hernandez, the young man and the sea, who paddled away from Cuba and Castro. And Shane Spencer, who descended from Krypton to hit three grand slams in September. Manager Joe Torre moved players in and out of the lineup all year, and no one ever complained about playing time. Since professional sports is almost wholly made up of prima donna billionaires (see the NBA lock-out), that is a rare achievement...