Word: dragone
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...some artists, the trip is obviously worthwhile. Billie Piper scored a British No. 1 with Stargate-produced Day and Night, and S Club 7 got to No. 2 with S Club Party. Others don't even make the trek. Stargate's remixes include radio edits for Sisqo (Unleash the Dragon) and Mariah Carey (Thank God I Found You, her collaboration with Joe and 98 Degrees...
...space. So consider the release next month of "Josie and the Pussycats," a live-action version of the comic book and '70s TV cartoon series, and this summer's "Tomb Raider," with Angelina Jolie as supervixen Lara Croft. Consider, and savor, the success of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," the all-time top-grossing foreign-language film that was set to hit the $100 million mark at the North American box office last weekend. Ang Lee's martial arts fantasy features two strong women, a 30ish warrior (Michelle Yeoh) and a willful teen (Zhang Ziyi) just discovering to what uses, good...
...transmission isn't perfect. Lips move. Words lag behind, like a badly dubbed-in translation in a foreign movie. An eerie whistling sound seeps in and out of the audio, and the camera doesn't catch details in Ashton's many works of art. Her brilliant yellow clay dragon with jewel-like eyes and feather wings is a gray blob on the computer screen. But to Ashton, the videoconference is "cool." To her mom, it's "a godsend...
...novelist Edgar Wallace gets a co-credit (he died of pnuemonia only three days into the script). In 1926 adventurer W. Douglas Burden traveled to a remote and legendary island in the South Seas at the behest of New York's Museum of Natural History to bring back a dragon. Two dragons, to be exact: Komodo dragons, 300 pounds heavy and 10 feet long, lizards that ended up in the Bronx Zoo and quickly pined away in the forbidding environs of New York. Burden told the story to his friend Cooper and a lightbulb appeared...
...Sitting on the blue vinyl flooring of her Bangkok hut, Jacky leans her bare back against the plank wall, her dragon tattoos glistening with sweat as she trims her fingernails with a straight razor. It has been two days?no, three?without sleep, sitting in this hut and smoking the little pink speed tablets off sheets of tinfoil stripped from Krong Tip cigarette packets. Now, as the flushes of artificial energy recede and the realization surfaces that there's no more money anywhere in this hut, Jacky is crashing hard and she hates everyone and everything. Especially Bing. She hates...