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...will be the case with Saturday. But all that said, finally it is the director's medium and the director will call the shots and make his own decisions and he will take your notes on board and thank you for them, but he is isn't obliged to follow them. It is a difficult process. There is always a problem that cinema has that it can't represent consciousness, the flow of thought or the interior quality of mind that the novel can do so well...
Never have I felt so in tune with a critic as I did while reading Richard Schickel's review of the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie [June 4]. He was right that you can't follow the story while wide awake but that sleeping is out of the question because the movie is too noisy. I had no idea what the characters were doing but I loved watching them do it. My husband said if they make another one, it will be about the fountain of youth. I responded, "Oh, Lord, you mean they might make another...
...thinking. Alice Waters, citing environmental reasons, banned bottled water at Chez Panisse in Berkeley, Calif. Several other high-end Bay Area spots have also gone tap-only, and soon Del Posto, Mario Batali's expensive Manhattan joint, will join them. I'm betting that fine-dining establishments will eventually follow my environmental lead on napkins too and let diners wipe their mouths with their sleeves...
...could end up with a supercharged overflow unit, a suburban science park with a cultural “capstone,” and hundreds of students lodged in nicely landscaped dorms. Follow me in a quick mental tour of my “dys-Allston”: You have no problem, I am sure, imagining a science campus that by 6:30 p.m. is abandoned, at least from the outside. The stunning new museum closes at 5 p.m. (it is a superb collection—most faculty and students go once, to show visitors). There are some classrooms...
...kept me from ever romanticizing or becoming nostalgic for my own undergraduate days. I don’t know if it was swabbing stairwells on Sunday mornings, or chasing squirrels that tumbled down Wigg B’s chimney with a broom, or locating freshmen who had decamped to follow the Grateful Dead, but I had had enough Harvard by the time I decided to move on. So, in 1987, I turned away from Harvard Square and did not look back—for 20 years...