Word: mr
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...press at bay isn't easy. As Miramax co-founder Harvey Weinstein puts it, nicely capturing the paradox, "They are as ordinary as you can be and be in one of the best rock bands in the world and be one of the best actresses in the world." Mr. and Mrs. Martin do not appear together at big public events. They do not like to be photographed together. "When I presented at the Oscars last year," she says, "everyone would say to me 'Where's your husband? Is there trouble in the marriage?' And I was like, Why on earth...
...eight open cases throughout the United States that your information is going to. And that's a lot." And in a letter obtained by TIME, the FBI's Szady responded to a Senate investigator's inquiry about Carpenter, saying, "The [FBI] is aggressively pursuing the investigative leads provided by Mr. Carpenter...
...better to make money off a casino than Danny Ocean himself? GEORGE CLOONEY and Rande Gerber (a.k.a. Mr. Cindy Crawford) are building a swank new Vegas hotel-casino, part of a $4 billion Barcelona-themed mini-city called Las Ramblas, opening in 2008. World-famous architect Brad Pitt may pitch in, but, says Clooney, "I'm not sure we can afford him. He spends time with Frank Gehry." In the meantime, Clooney is hard at work picking chefs ("I've been spending hours and hours eating") and setting the ambiance. The vibe will be a mix of "a James Bond...
Does anyone ever call you Mr. Cent? Just this guy named...
...plot is simple. Hudson, a nursing student with a guilt complex over not being there for her dying father, moves in with Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux, played by John Hurt and Gena Rowlands. In this house with many doors and no mirrors, she is handed the “skeleton key,” the one key that will unlock all the doors (a symbolism carried to extremes throughout the film). When she has trouble unlocking the door in the attic, she starts to suspect that something is fishy, which leads her down the trail to hoodoo?...