Word: madnesses
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...shows. His humor is easy, wry and self-deprecating, but it's also strategic. Some Huckabee positions?on abortion, the so-called FairTax, immigration, aligning the Constitution with "God's standards"?would alienate some voters. But his joking reinforces his cultivated image as the conservative who's "not mad at anybody." And his dry irony?the lingua franca of pop culture?allows him to sandwich actual answers on awkward issues with his jokes. If he's lucky, viewers won't notice, or mind, the difference...
...things about the second phase? I think I'm better with a leaner kind of campaign. Less bureaucracy, more quick to react. Close friends. I always enjoy when we all sit down together, and [say] like, "what are we to do?" And everybody talks, and everybody argues. Somebody gets mad, and then we all come to an agreement of what we oughta do. I enjoy that a lot. It helps me enormously to help to think things through. To have people that are basically my peers. I mean, they're not my subordinates. They're either working for free...
...Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Tim Burton's film version of the 1979 Stephen Sondheim musical. He wondered if Helena Bonham Carter was up to the vocal challenge of the Mrs. Lovett role. She's excellent, I replied; but aren't you anxious about Johnny Depp as the mad barber? He's not a trained singer. "Oh," Victor said with a knowing laugh, "Johnny Depp can do anything...
...Horror coexists with humanity, once we see the damage of a soul driven mad by a love lost and defiled. There will be blood, plenty of it, cascading, spurting, spuming from the throats of the men unlucky enough to sit in Sweeney's barber chair. And there will be food, for the demon barbershop is just above Mrs. Lovett's pie store. The corpses are filleted, cooked and served to unsuspecting customers. Cannibal canapes, if you will...
...even dreamier (and murders and sings), in Comedy-Musical. But we never ignore Daniel Day-Lewis, making only his third film in a decade and, as the oil magnate in There Will Be Blood, giving another of his super-intense, bite-the-head-off-live-rats, I'm-mad-inside-too performances...