Word: everette
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...bicyclist collided with a Harvard Shuttle bus early Sunday morning, according to the Harvard University Police Department. The accident occurred at the intersection of Massachusetts Avenue and Everett Street at approximately 1:10 a.m., according to HUPD spokesman Steven G. Catalano. According to Erika P. Pierson ’12, who was one of the passengers on the shuttle, none of the 15 students on the bus were seriously injured. According to Carl Tempesta, the manager of operations for Harvard Transportation Services, as the shuttle driver was making a right turn onto Everett Street, a bicyclist struck the passenger side...
...soon as Allison French (Renee Zellweger) shows up, Virgil's a goner; his love for the lady tests his and Everett's scruples. She wins Virgil's affections, then makes a play for Everett, who tells her, "You're with Virgil. So am I." In the mythic West, a man owes his ultimate loyalty to his friend. That kind of constancy is less complicated, since it requires no sexual fidelity, only putting your life on the line...
...Proud as Virgil and Everett are of their trigger speed, they're just as infatuated with fancy speech. At the start of the film, a narrator says, "Life has a way of making the foreseeable that which never happens, and the unforeseeable that which your life becomes." The "that which" clues the viewer to the ornate language the cowboys will try wrapping their tongues and minds around. It's as if they'd just read two novels - one by Ned Buntline, the other by Henry James - and are determined to arrange a shotgun marriage of the pair...
...harris directed and starred in Pollock, a biopic of the Abstract Expressionist. Jackson Pollock splattered paint on canvas; Virgil and Everett splatter bad guys against the saloon wall. Their medium is an eight-gauge shotgun, but they're as dedicated to their craft as any other artist...
...stars' faces are landscapes too: not Zellweger's - with her strange, puffy planes, she is woefully miscast in the role of a beguiling woman - but Harris', Irons' and especially Mortensen's. They're as weathered and craggily handsome as any butte in Monument Valley. And however loquacious Virgil and Everett may occasionally be, their natural mode is silence. Any movie cowboy or gunman spends his time sitting and riding and drinking and musing and shooting - activities that don't demand talk. Our heroes are respecters of each other's privacy; they figure no man is likely to reveal...