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...same mass-produced Hollywood moneymaker does not true love make. The good thing about a film is that it offers you an easy topic for conversation over coffee afterwards. If the film is great, you can both wax eloquent about it. If it was terrible, you can heap vitriol and scorn on it together. Read a review in advance, so that you have at least one intelligent thing to say no matter what ("Say, don't you think this was the most insightful commentary on Generation X since 'Reality Bites?'") After that is over, you can move to other topics...
...conspicuously absent. An official muttered something about "a technical problem," though others think it will not be long before the mace, along with other totems of the old order (perhaps the hallway statues and portraits of die-hard white-supremacist heads of government), is relegated to the ash heap of history. Or maybe, less dramatically, to a museum...
...beach, there was no standing around. We tried using the fold-up bikes we'd trained on for two years. But the rubble on the roads made the whole thing impractical. After about three miles, we were ordered to stack them up in a heap. We dug slit trenches the first night in a churchyard; Jerry was maybe 1,000 yds. away. When we tried to negotiate with a local farmer to buy some eggs, he was mystified by our Quebec French and finally asked in English, 'What do you want?' He had been a steward on the French liner...
...blooded American slapstick jokes, formulaic characters, and racial stereotypes. Everything is familiar and expected, kind of like an old armchair with beer stains that has been sitting in the family basement forever--not particularly attractive or inviting, but no one ever bothers to move it to the junk heap...
...screamed as I gave myself up to my fight-or-flight mode. Faced with the prospect of watching a real fiery aeroplane crash, I leaped and tumbled down the dune, screaming in terror. In an instant we found ourselves at the bottom of the dune in a heap, huddling in morbid anticipation of the impending explosion that would spray bits of blazing metal to all corners of the idyllic North Shore...