Word: dudeness
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...tried willing my feet to warm up, push out the mojo, even glow. I've tried breathing heavily, meditating, briefly falling asleep. There are crystals on my forehead, my chest, my throat, clutched in both my hands. But Narayan is not satisfied. Eventually she gives up. "Whoa, dude. You put up a fight," she says...
...verge of a remarkable new era - thanks to the possible election of Obama. It is bizarre how secondary that epochal change now seems. It's as if Jesus had returned - but just afterward extraterrestrials landed, and as a result everybody stopped paying much attention to the holy dude. But it's also a perfectly apt and gratifying turn of events: candidate Obama positioned himself as a smart, steady character who happened to be black, and the economic emergency that helped ensure his election has pushed the fact of his race and its heavy symbolic freight into the shadows of public...
...farce structure and strictures: it's got fart jokes, a couple of fist fights and a scene of turbo-puke of an intensity not seen since Linda Blair went all demonic in The Exorcist. Its agenda is that Peter can't be a man until he has a soul-dude. But this is essentially a comedy of social embarrassment; the laughs come at the expense of Rudd and any male who squeamishly sees some of himself in Peter. Rudd's performance is an acutely off-key symphony of lame rejoinders, wildly inappropriate ethnic accents and pathetic attempts at bonhomie...
...bromance. “Here’s the deal,” Robbie Klaven (Andy Samberg) informs Zooey, his future sister-in-law. “Peter’s always been a girlfriend guy. He put all his focus and energy into relationships, and all his dude friends just fell by the wayside.” With a wedding date fast approaching and a severe dearth of male acquaintances, California realtor Peter Klaven (Paul Rudd) arranges a series of uncomfortable “man-dates” in order to find a Best Man and flesh...
...couldn't tell what was real and what was animated--even knowing that the 9-ft.-tall blue, dappled dude couldn't possibly be real. The scenes were so startling and absorbing that the following morning, I had the peculiar sensation of wanting to return there, as if Pandora were real...