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Dodge oncoming traffic, and if you’ve saved up your internship stipend, wipe off the sweat stains and try out Mon Ami Gabi (7239 Woodmont Ave., (301) 654-1234), where you can sample the buttery country style paté or indulge in a juicy steak sandwich & frites. Lunches go for about $30.00, dinners...
...most original voice.” The biggest winners (none of Harvard’s entries took home awards) were University of Pennsylvania’s Andrea Scott, who won both Best Short Screenplay and Most Original Voice for her “The Infamous Gabi Garcia.” Daniel Falcone from Columbia’s film school, whose “Night Swimming” tells the story of two young punks on a cross-country road trip, won Best Film School Production and Best Director...
...landscape echoes the devastation and unspeakable immorality that festers there. Cyrus, the embodiment of pure, savage evil, is the leader of a devil-worshipping cult, the Left-Handed Path, whose lust for blood knows no limits. In a savage and seemingly senseless double-murder, a 14-year-old girl, Gabi, is kidnapped. Her father, Bob Hightower, with his ex-wife dead and his daughter missing, is more desperate than he ever imagined possible. A small-town cop, Bob frantically investigates every lead but as days turn into weeks, his last hope at finding his daughter is an ex-cult member...
...hunt for retribution, they develop a rapport and begin to help each other heal. Bob, uncommunicative and immensely lonely, is tortured by the uncertainty of his daughter's condition. As he follows the foul blood trail that Cyrus leaves, Bob begins to wonder if it would be better if Gabi were dead. Case, who fell in with Cyrus and the Left-Handed Path at the age often, spent most of her life strung out on heroin and completely submissive to Cyrus' domineering and terrifying presence. Miraculously, she summoned the strength to break away from him, and though it almost cost...
...Saturday lengthens into evening, the cathedral compound fills with the billowing white gabi, or shawls, that envelop men and women alike, serving as turban, blanket, veil. At their own rhythm, people go about the business of worship. Men read from leatherbound lives of the saints; women ululate softly as they lean on tall prayer rests. Everyone will keep the vigil through the night. As darkness falls, shrouded bundles occupy every empty space on the hard, stony ground, huddling around the dim golden flicker of tiny candles...