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...movie once had quickly vanishes, and we suddenly get 40 minutes of Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman making out in the rain. Normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the chemistry between Drover and Lady Ashley is bland and superficial. The tough guy/high-society girl romance is a contrived and overplayed one, and Jackman and Kidman aren’t stretching their acting skills in the slightest.This tired romance also overshadows the more worthwhile story of assimilation in Australia, where Aboriginal children were removed from their families to be blended into white culture and purged of their...
...decade, we were also home to around 15,000 discothèques. Disco was a four billion dollar industry, yet my mother still has an avowed hatred the most popular musical genre of her early youth. “I was really more of a funk girl,” she would claim, turning the dial as a Gloria Gaynor tune came across the radio. But dropping me off for my first year of college, she confessed, “I went to Studio 54 once. It was closing. I barely saw anything and left...
...listening to, man?”“The Sad Porcupines.”“Who?”“Oh, you probably haven’t heard them yet. They’re really indie. It’s a parapalegic girl with her twin brother on the tambourine.”“Awesome.”Essentially, two things are required for music to be cool: it has to be kind of angsty, and it has to be pretty under-the-radar. Well, High School Musical is anything but angsty...
...line: I have a terrible disease that makes me spend all of my money on puppies and flowers. Would you take some of my beautiful flowers? Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: I’ve never read the first five books of Gossip Girl, nor was I surprised when Blair kissed the Yale admissions officer (on the lips!!!!!). Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone: I quit my hockey team because my toes got too cold. Favorite childhood toy: Clue—a children’s game about violent murder. Sexist...
...dinner at around 6 p.m., and he almost always comes back chatting with a friend, speaking in a cool, sophisticated timber that he definitely does not use when he’s on the phone with his mom. Their discussion is usually centered on the same thing: some girl named Janie. Or Jamie? Jenny? Either way, they’ve mentioned that she’s got an incredible laugh. “She just doesn’t dig you,” Piper usually begins breezily, probably adjusting his pretentiously circular hipster spectacles. “Harvard girls...