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...those days we ate our meat raw, like animals." The speaker is Viktor Jurubu, an Indonesian farmer in his 60s, who, in his T shirt and sarong, looks little like the cavemen he's describing. Except for his height, which is about 140 cm. In the world of anthropology, Jurubu's small size is big news because he and his 246 fellow villagers of Rampasasa on the remote island of Flores say they are descended from a tribe of tiny, hairy folk whom they call "the short people." "We didn't have knives but used rocks," he explains. "We didn...
Oddly enough, Baer is the most shaded character in the film, in his way prefiguring a more modern ambiguity. But the film is most significantly about puzzled people trying to comprehend the cosmic reversal of fortune that was the Depression. They don't have much more than raw courage and simple virtues to rely on. Unlike most period pieces, Cinderella Man encourages us to fondly recall not songs or clothes but values we have largely mislaid. Look on the faces of the elder Braddocks when they realize they don't have enough fried bologna to feed their kids...
Zebrowski-Rubin agrees that the day-to-day experience of Dorm Crew employees can be somewhat raw...
...coder, she appreciated the daily structure that challenged cadets to make the most of every moment. That West Point life recovered its routines quickly after 9/11--albeit with a new, underlying urgency--seemed right to her: the civilian world got too wrapped up in sorrow and memory and nerves rubbed raw. "I think one of the things that made people so sad outside of West Point," she says, "was that they simply were kicked off of their routines...
...touch with the most minute developments in the Michael Jackson trial and the Brad Pitt--Jennifer Aniston breakup. I couldn't have been more clued in to those events if I'd been living on Sunset Boulevard, nor could I have been more detached from central Wyoming, whose raw sagebrush flats were looming in my windshield but were entirely absent from my consciousness. Until an antelope crossed the road, that is, and I had to swerve hard and hit my brakes...