Word: pigging
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...their appeal and limitations. In The Other Boleyn Girl, Natalie Portman, 26, and Scarlett Johansson, 23, play Anne and Mary Boleyn, one destined to be Henry VIII's second wife, the other his mistress. Penelope stars Christina Ricci, 28, in a contemporary fantasy about a girl who has a pig's snout for a nose because, as the family legend goes, a witch's curse had long ago fallen on her ancestors...
...Penelope, directed by Mark Palansky, is a Weekly World News headline - "Aristocrat's Kid Born With Pig's Snout" - turned into a fractured fairy tale. For the film's first (and best) few minutes, we are in the storybook realm of such deformed superheroes as Pinocchio, Cyrano de Bergerac and Edward Scissorhands. But the movie soon cozies into the princess-in-hiding genre that spawned It Happened One Night, Roman Holiday and dozens more. Penelope has been locked away at home, where her fretting, frittery parents (Catherine O'Hara and Richard T. Grant) parade a retinue of potential husbands...
...crew went on a bombing spree. Kunzru's theme is summed up in the circularity of the title: when Chris' cover gets blown, he has to confront the way idealism becomes what it opposes ("War can only be abolished through war") and the way lies--like Carver's capitalist-pig identity--can turn into the truth...
...Some misinterpret his steadfastness for pig-headedness and point to his dismissal of certain staff members as a mark of arrogance. Yet, as persistent—and insistent—as Rudy was as mayor, he always listened to staff input and avoided making knee-jerk decisions. When addressing issues that plagued the city, he always made sure to approach challenges “correctly” rather than “rapidly.” The results are evident. We have no doubt the same will be true of his presidency...
...inflated sense of self that comes with it—the two-month drone of pre-caucus news from landlocked, lumpy Iowa draws more than a little ire. The same lament comes up over seared ahi again and again, from the Hamptons to La Jolla: Why should a few pig farmers decide who gets to be president? I, suburbanite, felt myself slipping last week into precisely this rut as I watched a man in plaid saying, yes, he planned to caucus, as long as he could catch a bowl game around noon. This fellow, to whom circumstance had bequeathed great...