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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...this sounds like Marley and Me-style pleasantly heartwarming pabulum to you, think twice. There's real sentiment here, but the sentimental is blessedly missing. The script by Susannah Grant (Erin Brockovich) is smart, witty and lean. Wright's principal indulgences are visual, as in his 2007 film Atonement. He turns a neighborhood bar where a depressed Lopez pounds shots into something that glows like the inside of a vein, and makes Skid Row into a Hieronymus Bosch painting with grocery carts (using some of LA's estimated 60,000 homeless as extras...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Soloist: Elegy for Cello and Newspaper | 4/23/2009 | See Source »

...that I’m reinventing myself. I strut over to a girl, hit her book out of her hand and say, “Do you have any idea how many free t-shirts I got today?” She doesn’t respond, so I lean in and whisper, “Seven.” Yeah, we pretty much frenched...

Author: By Daniel K Bilotti and Vincent M Chiappini, CONTRIBUTING WRITERSS | Title: Rest In Peace, Kirby Puckett | 4/21/2009 | See Source »

...lean back against the wallpaper and raise my hands above my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I start to say, but then Lee-Lee barges toward me and pulls at my mesh top, gathering it up into her fist. She wraps her hands around my ribcage, tugs her nails in, and my forehead starts to buzz like I know she’s going to kiss...

Author: By FlyByBlog | Title: Fiction Erotica | 4/17/2009 | See Source »

...last guy I dated always wanted to put his balls atop my face. I’d lie down and he’d lean over me so that his taint, balls and hairy ass crack were all that I could see. He’d sort of plié down toward me, and I’d have to snap my teeth at his balls, try to catch them in my jaws before he pulled away. That...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...lean back against the wallpaper and raise my hands above my shoulders. “I don’t know,” I start to say, but then Lee-Lee barges toward me and pulls at my mesh top, gathering it up into her fist. She wraps her hands around my ribcage, tugs her nails in, and my forehead starts to buzz like I know she’s going to kiss...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

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