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Giamatti still prefers to audition rather than be handed a role, and his opinion of stars who monkey with scripts ("That's a really good way to f___ up a movie!") is usually in synch with those behind the camera. That partially explains why an unusual number of directors have remained close to him long after he has left their sets. But as a talented, literate, funny guy who spends a lot of time orbiting the Affleckian universe, he is also a tempting canvas on which to project their frustrations. "I can't tell you how hard...
...islands is centuries-old. Writing in the 14th century, Marco Polo described how natives of Sumatra would try to sell the mummified bodies of Pygmies to visitors. But, wrote Polo, "'tis all a lie and cheat. Those ... little men ... are manufactured on the island. There is a kind of monkey on the island which is very small and has a face just like a man's. They take these and pluck out all the hairs except on the beard and chest and then they dry them and stuff them and daub them with saffron until they look like...
...earliest memories of recess at grade school begin with teachers setting us loose to swing on monkey bars or climb the jungle gym; exercise was an instinctively social activity. We shoved, we kicked, we jostled, exerting ourselves in rambunctious little packs, only wandering off to be alone when our feelings or bodies were badly hurt. Even when we lined up for jumping jacks, we couldn't help glancing at the kids around us and making funny faces when they glanced back. We discharged our energy freely, chaotically, swapping our high spirits with friends and paying no attention to our pulse...
...didn’t win a singles match [my first three years],” said Chu, the bracket’s No. 32 seed, “so for me to be able to do, twice, is great. I kind of felt like I got the monkey off my back after I won my first singles match...
...full freak mode-all of which is to say, Yuck. But give the album a fraction of the attention that went into making it, and it reveals itself as close to great. The lyrics remain a bafflement-although it's clear from titles like Fire Coming Out of a Monkey's Head and Every Planet We Reach Is Dead that in the future, according to Gorillaz, we'll need more sunscreen-but the music achieves the same kind of thrilling dislocation as vintage Sun Ra, without any of the unfortunate cat-yelping antimelodiousness. Melodies are everywhere; they just take...