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...year 2030, Ted (Bob Saget) narrates, to his children, the story of how he romanced his wife, making the show, mostly, a flashback (and sometimes, eerily, a flashback-within-a-flashback). Ted’s character played in the modern narrative by Josh Radnor is the weak link in either time period, as at times it sounds as if the voice-over lines were written for Danny Tanner, and Radnor isn’t really star material. But the show’s not bad—the funniest of the bunch is Jason Segel (“Slackers?...
...original film, they would have to be Gene Wilder’s deep Wonka imprint on the minds of a generation. Depp manages to take an equally bizarre, but entirely different, take on the character. While the film aids this development by adding a lil’ Wonka childhood flashback (featuring B-movie stalwart Christopher Lee as his father, a candy-loathing dentist), Depp’s delivery, as always...
...fighting Voldemort’s Death Eaters, but sitting still in an empty office, head immersed in a bowl of liquid, thinking. Of all the cool magical tools Rowling has imagined, this one—called the Pensieve—is probably the coolest. The Pensieve is like a flashback on drugs; instead of hands waving across a stage, “Wayne’s World”-style, journeys to the past are elicited by trips inside its pieces, conveniently liquidized for easy, do-it-yourself head-dunking...
...Nagurski. Bulldog Turner. George McAfee. Sid Luckman. (If you'll pardon a sentimental addition, Willie Galimore. He even sounded like running.) Later: Gale Sayers and Dick Butkus. People say the Bears are 22 seasons between championships, but 1963 was so momentary and illusory that it seemed more of a flashback than a turnaround, a memory of glory in the midst of a 40-year desperation that, almost no matter what happens in New Orleans this Sunday, has probably evaporated for good. If 1963 reached back to 1946 for inspiration, Halas reached back to 1963 for Mike Ditka...
...simple. Their fantastic fables are filtered through a peasant ruggedness; their images are as clear as a Giotto fresco; the actors find precision in the volcanic gestures of Italian opera. In one scene, Bat sits alone in the town square to confess the origin of his ailment, and a flashback shows the infant Bat in a field at night, his huge eyes transfixed by the harlot moon. No minimalist torpor for the Tavianis--every frame is over the top and on the money...