Word: fleshed
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...leave it to a true VG scholar like my colleague Lev Grossman to flesh out my theory that it's graphic novels, not video games, that have proved the more reliable source for good movies. Maybe it's that the adult comix provide stories, and storyboards, while the video games supply only a premise; or that reading an illustrated novel is closer to the movie-watching experience than the Zen numbness that overcomes gamesmen in their 27th hour at the console. That kind of sensory exhaustion is what the viewer feels before Max Payne has lumbered to its conclusion...
...room was crowded with chiseled torsos, the rippling biceps and trim hips of demigods and Olympians. Frederick felt his mouth go dry. Some of the youths lacked heads or arms, but that hardly mattered. He stumbled from one statue to the next, his hands pawing desperately at the frozen flesh. They were perfect. So firm—so cold...
...fall, the tense, compelling Fringe (Fox, Tuesdays, 9 p.m. E.T.) is a 21st century X-Files, with a difference. The conspiracy this time is called The Pattern: someone or something is performing experiments, using humans as guinea pigs. The passengers and crew of a transatlantic flight are skeletonized by flesh-eating bacteria; a prostitute is impregnated with a fetus that gestates, painfully, to term within hours...
...Theological Seminary, also recognizes the legitimacy of the "help me" prayer, noting that the third of four prayers that religious Jews are expected to recite after meals asks God to "grant us relief from all our troubles. May we never find ourselves in need of gifts or loans from flesh and blood, but may we rely only upon your helping hand, which is open, ample and generous." Says Shamsi Ali, imam of the huge Islamic Cultural Center on 96th Street in Manhattan: "In this kind of situation, Muslims turn their face to God and say, 'Almighty God, we submit ourselves...
...Many of us go an entire year without ever meeting our counterparts in the flesh. Still, we grow to know their habits, whether we want to or not. As they sing in the shower or tell ribald stories, we’re part of the audience. And even though we don’t bother to learn their name or face, sometimes we can’t help but cock an ear. Once in a while, when half of a phone conversation wafts by or an argument rages on, I, for one, can’t help but pause, listen...