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...romance and sweep of Doctor Zhivago, the director-screenwriter has devised a fictional liaison between first-class passenger Winslet and third-class cute guy DiCaprio. The director says he's fascinated by the notion that people who were supposed to be coddled and secure were facing imminent doom. "They thought they were safe in this big luxury hotel," he says. "In fact, they were in a steel object over 2 1/2 miles of water...It's a metaphor for the inevitability of death. We're all on the Titanic." Maybe so, but at the moment executives at Fox and Paramount...
...Chambers could not have been more different. Hiss on first inspection looked like the Fred Astaire of the mandarin left, lithe and well bred, the Establishment's own darling prothonotary warbler. Chambers, sad-sack Dostoyevskian pudge, more Slavic than American in mind, with terrible teeth and an air of doom, seemed to inhabit a flinching shadow world. He dodged through the '30s packing a revolver and hugging the walls of dark corridors. A paranoid smudge, the mandarins thought, whose amorphous bulk concealed a damaged child given to imagining grandiose conspiracies, and messiah roles for himself. Poor Chambers was brutally...
...course Chambers invited such attention. His 1952 book Witness, a now forgotten 800-page confession and jeremiad, was overly melodramatic and Doom-of-the-Westy in tone. Yet his 100-page chapter, "The Story of a Middle-Class Family," is among the finest and most frightening of American autobiographies--Sophocles visiting Theodore Dreiser, with gothic touches, told in Chambers' incomparable prose style. "Dysfunctional" does not quite describe the Chambers family of Lynbrook, Long Island--the weird, derisive, mostly vanishing father, who was bisexual; the mad grandmother wandering the house at night with a knife; the mother who slept with...
When members of the Harvard Computer Society (HCS) heard rumors last year about the new video game from the makers of Doom, they knew it would...
...film is, in an old phrase, beyond gorgeous: a feast whose splendor serves Almasy complex passions. The cast is superb: Binoche, with her thin, seraphic smile; Scott Thomas, aware of the spell she casts but not flaunting it; Fiennes, especially, radiating sexy mystery, threat shrouded in hauteur. Doom and drive rarely have so much stately star quality...