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...former Sony mogul Tommy Mottola and Will Smith--to put the bling--$10 million--into the brand. So far, it seems, the money has been well spent. "There's some fairy-tale dust going on," says Stoute--who previously paired music icons with Reebok, Hewlett-Packard and McDonald's to help juice up their brands. He says he now plans to "create urgency" around body soufflés and foot butters. A new Carol's Daughter ad campaign featuring Jada Pinkett Smith has helped propel online and catalog orders up 300% and 500%, respectively, over last year, says Price. Next...
Hollywood, like McDonald's, knows it's just good business to hook the customers when they're young. So when school's out, studios push their cinematic Happy Meals: cartoon fare like last summer's Shrek 2, which proved to be the top-grossing film of 2004. And since the wee ones don't buy their own tickets, filmmakers try to insert enough wit and sass and retro references to keep the grownups amused. A children's movie, never forget, is an all-family baby-sitting device...
...combination of Renaissance and 20th century makes him very broad and very exciting as a scholar and teacher,†said Department Chair and Smith Professor of French Language and Literature Christie McDonald. “We look forward to seeing the expansion of Italian studies with his arrival...
...diminishing returns. His first encounter, with Stone and her flirtatious daughter Lolita (Alexis Dziena), has pretty swatches of uncomfortable humor and a touching grace note, when Stone impulsively bows to kiss Tom's hand. The second episode also has its moments, as Conroy and her Babbitty husband (Christopher McDonald) leave Don more flummoxed than ever. But each meeting is increasingly shorter, with the third (Lange) perfuntory and the fourth (Swinton, looking great in a dark wig and a defiant rage) last only long enough for Don to get punched...
When my mother first visited Paris, as a teenager in 1927, she was heartsick that no hamburgers were available. Those inconsiderate French, she thought - they served their own food, not ours. Today, much to the chagrin of the protectors of French cuisine, there are McDonald's franchises everywhere, but my mother's spirit seems to have been channeled into some of the American journalists writing blogs at Cannes. They may think they're Henry James, writing with knowing eloquence of European mores, but they're in danger of sounding like Daisy Miller, James' most famous American innocent abroad, finding fault...