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...brown-haired and owner of a heavy Boston accent, turned out to be Steven. At 31, he is one of the store's junior partners. He's also part of the family that's been running the store since 1913. Steven's uncle Ted is the principal owner; his mom Catie and his brother John also help out. They all work six or seven days a week, and when they say work, they mean...
...other hand, Lyle has not exactly shown the brothers to be lovable enough to deserve outright acquittal. Witness part of his testimony about killing Kitty: "I could see somebody moving where my mother should be. So I reloaded. I ran around and shot my mom. I shot her close." The betting now is that the two will be convicted of a lesser charge of voluntary manslaughter or second-degree murder, with acquittal an outside chance. But nobody ever knows what a jury, let alone two juries, will do when the door closes...
Between these poles, Jack Lemmon contributes a self-justifying monologue about a long-ago but devastating marital infidelity that is haunting in its self-delusions. Jennifer Jason Leigh as the mom with a sideline in dirty talk and Anne Archer as a woman whose part-time job is clowning for school kids superbly represent lower-middle-class economic desperation. And then there's Julianne Moore, whose doctor-husband (Modine) obsessively pesters her about a one-night stand she may or may not have had years ago. When she finally makes her long confession, she is half-naked -- a brave actor...
...action became more serious much of the acting seemed forced and unrealistic. When Simon and Wai-Tung fought, there was so much focus on screaming and slamming it distracted from the real emotion of the argument. Similarly, when Wai-Tung's motivation for deciding to finally tell his mom was unclear and made the scene difficult to believe...
...says the sly, donnish and influential architect Robert A.M. Stern, who drafted the new guidelines with the sly, perverse and influential graphic designer Tibor Kalman. Incredibly, they have persuaded the state and city to get behind an authentically populist spectacle, a potential mix of tourist traps and hip outlets, mom-and-pop shops and name-brand superstores. The goal is not a "themed" simulacrum of honky-tonk diversity but the real thing. Such a splendidly oxymoronic turn: a municipal code for discouraging tastefulness, a quarter-billion dollars spent to conjure a trashy Damon Runyon spirit. The Bizarro-world rules call...