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...grow increasingly urgent against the guitars’ violent strumming. “Don’t let the darkness eat you up,” he pleads, once, twice, eight times. But the pig-man, deaf to the music, can’t help but succumb to his rage. The final scene shows him angrily setting a vehicle on fire, then staring into the destruction. Some music videos are made purely to entertain, while others are made to instruct. By using the extended allegorical image of the swine to represent sloth, greed, and wickedness, and mixing with...
...revolve around the repression of overwhelming emotion. In his wuxia epic, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, swords and fists became stand-ins for everything the martial characters couldn't say. Brokeback Mountain's cowboys suffered for love they could not acknowledge. Even Lee's Hulk was an exploration of suppressed rage, its green marauder an embodiment of the unleashed id. "I lead a very mundane, normal life," says the 53-year-old director. "I'm happily married. I'm a reasonable person. But in making a movie, I like to touch the unknown. Sometimes, you get to this scary truth about...
...that many say turned the tide in the last election, and it has surfaced again in an emotionally charged spot produced by one of Jindal's challengers, Democrat Walter Boasso. In the ad, a middle-aged woman named Lynn McNiece, in a calm voice, barely concealing her grief and rage, tells of her mentally disabled brother who was evicted from a nursing home during Jindal's tenure at the state health department. "Bobby Jindal threw my brother out on the street, and no one bothered to even call me," she says. "Bobby Jindal has no heart...
...work at Radcliffe and I am now trying to continue to do that as much as possible,” Faust writes in an e-mail. While Faust’s open-air commute has its perks and “going green” is all the rage, the Accord would make a legendary episode of Pimp My Ride. Rims and flames? FM votes...
...toward the pagoda's east entrance. The air was full of dense black clouds from a burning car and motorbike. Running monks retreated through the smoke, many armed with clubs of scavenged wood, one armed with a riot shield snatched from the police. They were shaking and incandescent with rage. "The United Nations must know about this!" cried one. "They beat the nuns too," cried another...