Word: mouthing
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...must be a cat person, because audiences have rated Beverly Hills Chihuahua an A, according to Cinemascore, a company that exit-polls moviegoers. "People love this movie," says Chuck Viane, Disney's head of distribution. "When that happens, they become your marketing team." Thanks to good word of mouth, on the second weekend, more couples, as opposed to just families, chose to spend their date night with talking dogs...
...work there are usually a variety of different tropes—a little fantasy, a little romance, some comedy, a few drops of scary—all whizzed together. A lettuce salad is boring. Better to have one with lots of different tastes and consistencies for the mouth and mind to play with. So too a book. THC: Why do you think Americans so strongly desire to categorize novels? JC: I don’t think it’s just novels. Categorizing things makes life easier, no matter what it is you’re dealing with. The problem...
...resident of Brighton, said that he enjoyed the authentic German food served at a beer-garden booth set up by Charlie’s along Mt. Auburn Street.“The outside is tight and crisp, the inside is soft and juicy—one bite and your mouth explodes [with] German flavor,” Mahillon said while chowing down a bratwurst. “I went to Germany in 2006 for the [World Cup] and this is exactly what I got—it’s really authentic.”Consumption of alcohol was limited...
...Maher stands, clad in a sleek black suit, ready to take on modern religious extremists. Maher then appears driving in his car, engaged in a vain monologue that is unfortunately spliced throughout the film, causing it to lag. Luckily, most things that come out of Maher’s mouth tend to be downright hilarious—you just have to get past the fact that Charles, who directed “Borat,” chose to center Maher’s global road trip around a poorly shot, highly generic interview...
...middle of it all a painted man, naked.Felicity stood, aghast. She felt the rising tide within her breast, the swelling of a liquid blaze that she could not suppress. She knew not from whence this Irish fire came; it overflowed from some inner latent sea to fill her mouth, to seep from her nether regions, straining to burst. She hardly noticed when Frederick departed to the small sculpture gallery off the main hall. No, she was alone here, alone again with The Stable Boy.The cool stale air, the marble floors, the stone balustrades, the gilt frames, Filippo?...