Word: die
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...times as fast as the human population, reaching 176 million cars and trucks. American autos are 90% cleaner than they were three decades ago, but they still account for over a third of urban-area ozone. More than 125 million Americans breathe unhealthy air, and an estimated 15,000 die from it each year--a fact that led the Clinton Administration to tighten clean-air standards last summer...
Williamson grew up along the rural Carolina coastline a few miles from the real Dawson's Creek, a die-hard reader and weekend-matinee freak whose own life has served as a rough cut of the screen dreams that Scream is now enabling. His fisherman father was the visual model for the killer in Last Summer. Mrs. Tingle will be his directorial debut. His struggling L.A. young-adulthood informs his in-development twentynothing TV drama Wasteland. The kid who once sat through six straight showings of Halloween recently met Jamie Lee Curtis for drinks at the Polo Lounge to swap...
...finale in the police department was silly, and so very "Mayberry." Eisenstein and Rosalinda had an unmistakably Ted-and-Peg Bundy exchange on their way to making up. If "Die Fledermaus" has a moral at all, it's that any reconciliation is possible if both parties are sufficiently drunk. Since only Falke emerges from the third act sober, we have to conclude that, in life, the grudge-bearers have less...
...knowing, "genre-bending" movie that has to dig deeper in the pockets of Rich Man Horror for a payoff to your fright center. Don't look now, but there's a guy with a knife behind you--and you know that because you've had pubescent sex you will die. Audience laughs at movie, at movie's genre, at selves. Everyone thinks they're so damn smart...
...Couch Potato is experiencing feelings of guilt. For the last month or so, he and the rest of his hyper-prepared journalist colleagues have been waiting (there is no kind way to put this) for Frank Sinatra to die. He will, of course, now outlive us all. So: Happy 82nd Birthday, Frankie! It's been a lotta years since Hoboken, and not all pretty ones. Regrets? He's had a few. But then again, the smart money says that The Chairman of the Board wouldn't change much, having sung ? and lived ? all this time in the manner befitting...