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...smoke, mirrors and frequently-insubstantial pageantry. “The Duchess” isn’t meant to be a groundbreaking movie by any stretch of the imagination. Its aim is to entertain rather than to educate. But gorgeous dresses and champagne can’t mask the fact that stale dialogue and flat storylines will ruin a movie, whatever its aim may be. Director Dibb’s offering isn’t terrible—but it isn’t great either. If you want light entertainment and social scandal, an “OC?...
...doctors ran in and stitched her up, relatives found blood supplies, and nurses struggled to connect a generator to the oxygen tank. One nurse jammed an intravenous needle into Conteh's arm, while another hooked a bag of blood to a rusted stand, and a third slapped an oxygen mask over her face. In the corner of the room, a tiny baby--3 hours old--lay on a bed, wailing, swaddled in bright-colored African fabric. "Listen! You must feel happy to hear your baby cry," said a nurse, pleading with Conteh to find strength. Three visiting members...
...after Katrina stripped his immunity and the germs swept in: Iraq, foreclosures, $4 gas. So you can't blame the GOP for trying to seal away its afflicted leader like the boy in the bubble. From now on, candidates in swing states won't go near him without a mask, gloves and a bottle of Purell. John McCain, the party's nominee, is promising to fumigate Washington. Add one more metaphor of sickness: the lame duck...
...late-Watergate mode) is in charge of an annual televised car-nage held on a giant track within the prison. In this Death Race, lifers drive the souped-up, heavily armed autos, and are promised an early release if they win five races. One of the inmates, a masked mystery man known as Frankenstein, is a four-time champion, hence the pay-per-view audience's favorite roadster. Hennessey's secret problem: Frank died from injuries suffered in the last race. She needs a new guy to put on the mask and slip behind the wheel of the Frankencar...
...Russians, who took the gold with straight 10s for technical merit, wore swimsuits with such variegated sequins that I failed to take note of what the two Anastasias (Ermakova and Davydova) were actually doing. I know immense physicality and endurance is involved in each routine, and that the smiles mask burning lungs. The Russians, for instance, are known to practice eight hours a day. But effort - and a discreet set of nose-clips - doesn't make it worthy of being an Olympic sport...