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...little like the Pre-Crime Unit in Minority Report.) The team includes a specialist in gun lore (Common) and a fat man (Konstantin Khabensky) who's sharp with knives. But Fox is the star, and in poor, confused Wesley, Sloan believes he he's found another one - that the lad must have powers passed down by his father. To prove it, he puts Wesley through a punishing initiation that involves getting smacked around, slashed open and, to recuperate, lying in a tub of goo. Sure enough, Wesley has the goods. Now all he has to do is kill...
...President, Reagan convinced many Americans that they were living in that mythic land once again. He was a master at associating himself with America's cherished symbols. The images in his 1984 "Morning in America" ad--the fresh-faced lad on his paper route, the proud mother in the simple church watching her daughter walk down the aisle, the burly man gently hoisting an American flag--moistened even many liberal eyes. In fact, Reagan practically became one of those symbols himself: the cowboy President, sitting astride his horse, framed by a rugged Western terrain...
...into the cheerful, desperately busy, increasingly addled Mayor of Who-ville (voiced by Carell). On top of his day job, the Mayor has 96 kids to whom he can devoted only 12 secs. each at breakfast time. After all those girls he had a son, JoJo, a silent, sulking lad in Goth attire. (In the original, and JoJo was unrelated to the main Whovian - just "a very small shirker" who performs a crucial role at the climax.) So the movie combines two kinds of parenting: literally, as the Mayor and JoJo find a project to bring them together, and figuratively...
When I was but a wee lad of eight, a devious coach whipped a baseball at my head. The force of the pitch knocked me to the ground and changed me forever. No, I didn’t lose brain cells from the trauma. And no, it doesn’t explain my huge nose. Instead, I learned that athletes are simply wicked people...
...unclaimed passes in the lobby of Sydney's Wentworth Hotel suggested many Coalition supporters had lost their faith even before John Howard's election night function had begun. Some had lost their composure: there were tears from a Young Liberal lad, perhaps owing more to alcohol than sentiment; another roared, "We love you Johnnie," even though Johnnie was still at home watching the tumbling seats drive him from office...