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...same: We are once again in Philadelphia and the grimy streets - or are they, perhaps, the stations of the cross? - through which Vince Papale runs every day in order to condition himself, bear an inescapable resemblance to the ones Rocky Balboa chugged through in search of his improbable apotheosis. OK, Vince doesn't end his daily ordeal on the steps of the local art museum and what he gets for his troubles is not a shot at the heavyweight championship, but three seasons as a more or less anonymous defensive specialist with the Philadelphia Eagles, but the idea...
...comes the imagined cineaste reply, to symbolize the existential distance between them, the ineluctable difference between man and woman. Or should one say "Man" and "Woman"? To which my reply is unprintable on a family dotcom. OK, their tale involves a few flashbacks (involving other actors playing younger versions of themselves), and a few brief intrusions on their privacy by small-parts actors, but there is no reason for these matters not to be handled in the time-honored...
...Chocolate has gotten early buzz for being "iPod-like" - by that, the buzzers mean that it has a circular touchpad with an "OK" button in the middle. In truth, that's where the phone's resemblance to an iPod ends. Four more touch buttons around the touchpad come and go as needed during a call or when a menu has pop-up options. It takes a while to get used to the fact that parts of the phone's face can suddenly become buttons, but it's so cool that I could deal with...
...York City," he says in Mike Hammer's Mickey Spillane. "I couldn't stand that place." So he moved up to Newburgh and, when told a home he wanted to build would cost $1,000, speed-wrote I, the Jury. The hardback version, published by E.P. Dutton, sold OK, nothing special, about 20,000 copies. But when issued in paperback in late 1948, the book stoked a furor. (The year's other literary sensation that year was Spillane's polar opposite, the lounge kitten Truman Capote...
...Aesih came back to see if her friends were OK (one survived, another is still missing) that unpreparedness was all too evident. Nothing remained of her friend's house, and the beach was now littered with debris as far as the eye could see. "I am very happy to be alive," she says. "But every time I feel an aftershock I feel like that might change." As the country limps from one natural disaster to the next, millions of Indonesians will remain on edge...