Word: heartbreakingly
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Sure, a lot has changed since 2004. The Sox have spent countless millions of dollars on mediocre players. The Sox have put their history of heartbreak behind them. The Sox won’t be underdogs again for a long time. Yes, a lot has changed...
...consecutive weeks back in December 1972, the Palomar production company and 20th Century-Fox teamed to release two films: Sleuth and The Heartbreak Kid. Now, on consecutive weekends in October 2007, come remakes of those movies. As it happens, the original Sleuth and Heartbreak were smart and funny and took a fairly brutal view of their main characters. The remakes, though honoring the basic plots of their predecessors, are dumb, witless and humiliating to all parties...
...attempts to appeal to a teen audience, how shades of gray have been coarsened to simple blacks and whites, how everything then was better than anything now, etc. etc. That alterkocker argument might be made to apply to the Farrelly brothers' dumb-down of the Neil Simon-Elaine May Heartbreak Kid, which I was unkind to last week. But it doesn't work on Sleuth, an art-house effort with more modest box office aspirations, a much loftier collection of talent, on and off screen - and, you'd think, an unwreckable scenario...
...read that on ESPN right before leaving for Central Square. So I was in a foul mood when I got there, and it wasn’t getting any better when I saw a Phillies hat walk through the door. Watching your team implode is a heartbreak that you have to experience to believe. Boston knows this, the Mets know this, and, perhaps most famously, the Chicago Cubs know this. Why? Simple: because theirs is the last great unbroken baseball curse, 2007 division title or no. Plus, they’re John Darnielle’s team. People started shouting...
...viewer to a hazy pastoral setting, engulfed in gray mist. A figure comes riding in: half pig, half man; he’s a repulsive amalgamation, a nightmarish figure. Nevertheless, we feel pity as he goes about his solitary life. Engulfed for mysterious reasons by worry, boredom, and heartbreak (a past love is hinted at as he traces the word “Ella” on the frosty windows), his pain is palpable. As the song reaches its climax, González’s repetitive vocals grow increasingly urgent against the guitars’ violent strumming...