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Have you gotten feedback from any of the men who were written about? Dubelman: I got a lot of Facebook messages from old boyfriends who said, "The book's great - I'm not that guy, am I?" Davilman: Liz got an e-mail from a guy I wrote about in the book. He asked to get in contact with me. And I said yes because we didn't end on terrible terms. Dubelman: I'm not 100% sure he knew he was the guy in the book. Davilman: He did not know! So I wrote him back and I said...
...Some of this got into the 16 movies they made together in eight years. At their infrequent best, they had the sharpest mixture of foolery and character of all movie comedy teams. In the 1951 Sailor Beware, Jer has been suckered into boxing a much bigger guy. Dean, the kid's trainer, dispenses pre-fight advice (with many sly slaps to the gut and face) while Jer does such an acute impersonation of a punch-drunk pugilist that the tough guy and his team are scared away. In their seemingly artless but perfectly timed badinage, the two are slick, robust...
Halftime: There's an African dance group on the floor including a bunch of drums and a shirtless guy. Stat stuff hasn't been working but it looks like we'll get some soon...
...hideously extended metaphor of mountain climbing as spiritual growth that runs throughout “The Climb” sits very oddly with the clips from the new movie. These show Miley doing normal teenage things like riding a horse, driving in a car, glaring lustfully at an attractive guy in a cowboy hat and getting very wet jumping into a rock pool. Keep in mind that Miley is 17, so if those last two sound a little creepy, that’s because they are. I would say the video fortunately consists of more than this, but it really...
It’s Saturday, and I am writing this in Starbucks. I had to arrive early to fight my way to a counter space between that homeless-looking guy in the bomber jacket and the two TFs who like to grade papers in total, ominous silence over their cappuccinos. To those of you who spend your Saturdays in the airy, mostly sweet-smelling spaces of Lamont Café or the Widener Stacks, never needing to elbow anyone more threatening than a group of Weld freshmen in order to secure yourself a spot: Don’t smirk and fold...