Word: mads
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...Blindness is frustrating because it comes nowhere near its potential, exasperating in Meirelles' waste of the talent at his disposal, not to mention his own. But it's still not as bad as Mad Money...
...remind us all of the difference in quality between the extraordinary, demanding films we hoped to see at Cannes and the over-buttered popcorn movies we have to review the rest of the year, Delta screened Mad Money, a drab, witless heist comedy starring Diane Keaton, Queen Latifah and Katie Holmes. Of the two traveling Corlisses, one hadn't seen the movie before. She watched the thing, sank slowly under its dead weight and then emerged with this cheerful thought: No matter how bad the films are at Cannes, they won't be worse than this...
...place. They felt crude and overwrought and underthought to me, and maybe as if Frey were just a little too proud of what a thorough mess he'd made of his life. Yes, he violated the unwritten contract between writer and reader. I wouldn't blame anybody for being mad at him. I just wasn't that invested...
Would anyone want to pick a fight with Ickes, the famously ill-tempered bad boy of the Democratic Party who once bit a rival political operative on the leg? Who once got so mad at having to remove his shoes at an airport security line that he marched off to his plane, yelling "Keep them!" over his shoulder, and flew home in his socks? Who sometimes answers reporters' phone calls with a curt "I'm sorry, Mr. Ickes isn't here now," and then simply hangs...
...forest. As his figure disappeared into the foliage, she rose and moved like a trapped starling to the door. Her novel, “The Accommodating Footman,” was left abandoned on the floor. Felicity would go to the stables and become undisguised and naked. She was mad for him, mad for the monumental pectorals straining beneath his suspenders.The yellow firmament above the vast courtyard was assuming an ominous gray. The play of moisture and heat in the air made the supple boughs wag. The tumultuous wind tore violently at her hair and thrust its cold cruel fingers...