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...more than France's balking stopped Donald Rumsfeld. Lynch (Laura Regan) ends up less a character than a prop. We learn little about her captivity, and she has scant dialogue or characterization; Regan's main technique is to open her eyes lemurishly wide to convey fear, soulfulness and joy alike. The real lead--because he did cooperate with NBC--is Mohammed al-Rehaief (Nicholas Guilak), the lawyer who tipped off the Army that Lynch was being held at a Nasiriyah hospital. He's the One Good Iraqi amid a citizenry depicted as either resentful of the Americans or cowed...
...photograph on the coffee table captures a perfect moment of joy. It is a Halloween night in the mid-'80s, and Ryan Adams, 11, is in full Kiss make-up, thrusting out his chin and sticking out his tongue like a tiny Gene Simmons. It's an image worth lingering over because in the here and now--early fall in his East Village apartment in New York City--Adams is doing a fair impression of an 11-year-old brat. We are supposed to be talking about his new album, Rock N Roll, but Adams has decided to chain-smoke...
...Lieberman would never say anything so crass. His support for the war is a matter of principle, as is every other position he has taken in this campaign--and so there is no joy in watching his dignified slide toward the back of the pack. At St. Anselm College in Manchester, N.H., last week, a student asked Lieberman about his greatest personal success and failure. I've seen politicians for many years answer such questions with incandescently phony candor. Lieberman, embarrassed, said, "Let me think for a minute." He began a standard biographical spiel. "I haven't forgotten your question...
...Simon Robinson: One of my most vivid memories is singing Three Dog Night's Joy to the World with the U.S. Marines in the Amtrac I was traveling in during the terrible sandstorm that hit on Day Four. Later that night, huddled in the vehicle, I discovered I could sing at the top of my lungs, so sing I did; in particular, Throw Your Arms Around Me by Australian band Hunters and Collectors...
This week, I picked up a new album by Dave Matthews, prophet of the carefree joy of my high school years. But unlike the cheerful strains of late-nineties-Dave, the solo project Some Devil is a sober, even grim reflection of how much the world has changed in a few short years. The man who brought us the playful riffs of “Too Much” and “Everyday” is now promoting the album’s first single, “Gravedigger.” Matthews is not the only one undergoing...