Word: eye
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...want to pay taxes to a smiling man with a name tag and a button that says WE WORK FOR YOU. You want a Grand Slam breakfast from that guy. You want to pay your taxes to a balding, bespectacled old curmudgeon, preferably overweight and incapable of making eye contact. If you're going to get milked by the government, you want to walk away feeling completely screwed...
...self-help program featuring a regimen of personal "corrections"; devotees like Hollywood producer Sandy Gallin admit its basics are similar to those offered by Deepak Chopra or Marianne Williamson. Yet the center seems simultaneously embedded in a religiosity that verges on the magical. Students learn that just running their eyes over the Zohar's original Aramaic can ensure good luck, and they chat blithely about which of its 24 volumes they carried around that day, despite being unable to read a word. Sandra Bernhard, who introduced Roseanne to the center, argues that there is integrity to Berg's fundamentalist entrepreneurialism...
...lawsuit details 12 instances in which inventions of Chase-Riboud have allegedly ended up in the shooting script. However, at least to a critic's eye, many of the examples appear to be trivial or forced. For example, the suit alleges that Chase-Riboud invented the notion that the rebellion's leader, Cinque, had a son, which is also suggested in the film, but other histories say he did indeed have children. One of the suit's most substantive claims is that both works include a fictional black abolitionist who aids in the Africans' legal case. But there...
...making of a '70s porn star (played by the artist formerly known as Marky Mark, no less) evolves into a touching, refreshingly quirky family drama, as the "star" finds himself part of a veritable clan headed by Burt Reynolds' would-be visionary filmmaker. Director Paul Anderson displays a remarkable eye and ear for the fluffy vacuousness and conspicuously awful taste of the disco era, while paying cinematic homage to the period's greatest directors...
...work is too often obliterated by the shoddy instrumental delivery or weak chorus, if not utterly disguised by the distractingly awful acting. Dido, even in her more musically successful moments, maintains a dreadful expression of peevish nervousness. Even as Belinda liltingly intones of the beautiful queen, "Her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies," all that this reviewer could observe in Bruckmann's eye was a sour distaste for the whole situation...