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...year ago, Minghella was in Botswana shooting what would be his final film - and clearly enjoying himself. While many directors run their shoots like military camps, Minghella's was more like a summer camp. Friends and family would flit in and out, as the director discussed shots with his cast, asking their opinion, taking it on board. Everyone knew everyone's name. They all hung out together, ate together, laughed together. And when the camera was rolling, Minghella would shoot take after take after take, savoring the act of filmmaking, not wanting it to end. Because the process was always...
...games and pep rallies, Liles was a key component of the gridiron pageantry.“Friday nights just had this energy to them, where it’s just infectious,” she recalled. “It’s addictive.”She would flit across the field, focusing, as she always does, on making each move flow into the next one, the baton boomeranging up into the air and (hopefully) back down into her artfully outstretched hand.Liles’s father watched every toss and every catch. “Once a young...
Enter motorbike medics, who flit between slow-moving cars and speed around stopped traffic. The two-wheeled first responders are dispatched from the 15 firehouses closest to São Paulo's main drags. Other cities employ moto-medics--London, Kuala Lumpur and Miami, among them--but in Brazil the program holds special significance since there is no centralized 911 and firefighters have become the go-to guys when accidents occur, perhaps because the country's health service is in disarray and the police are among the nation's least esteemed public servants. "People trust us," says fire department spokesman...
...your hand a few inches from your line of sight and counting your fingers. And if someone removed and reinserted an object every time you blinked (which experimenters can simulate by flashing two pictures in rapid sequence), you would be hard pressed to notice the change. Ordinarily, our eyes flit from place to place, alighting on whichever object needs our attention on a need-to-know basis. This fools us into thinking that wall-to-wall detail was there all along--an example of how we overestimate the scope and power of our own consciousness...
Kostova successfully fills out these pages through a multi-layered framing device: as Paul and his daughter flit about Western Europe and the Eastern Bloc—brokering peace agreements and possibly being stalked by an undead librarian—our intrepid historian interweaves correspondence and flashbacks to fill us in on Paul and Rossi’s back stories...