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...always ends up in either an accident or a heap of manure. Although a BMW will never be a good substitute for an Aston Martin, it is crucial to remember that man's (and I do mean man's) adulation of cars began with the not-so-humble hot rod. With souped-up engines and radically modified exteriors, hot rods have been the definitive ideal for generations of young Americans...
...Everyone says they're sick of this," he says. "But do you know what the highest-rated TV show is around here? It's the replay of the Monday night council meetings Tuesday nights on local cable." The mayor is willing to bet his best rod and reel that few Westlanders tuned in to the third presidential debate last week. They were watching their city council soap opera...
...apparently had no idea. The British star of The Contender says he signed on believing that his character, G.O.P. congressional inquisitor Shelly Runyon, was "the only true patriot in the film." Three guys, named Katzenberg, Spielberg and Geffen--who happen to be distributing The Contender--as well as director Rod Lurie, a self-proclaimed "die-hard liberal," saw it differently. The result is a predictably left-leaning movie that has Oldman and manager Douglas Urbanski seething. Urbanski, who has a producer credit on The Contender, tells Premiere the finished product is "almost a Goebbels-like piece of propaganda," while Oldman...
...liberal movies. We're more susceptible to the red meat of an old Clint Eastwood actioner than to the good intentions of a warm-'n'-fuzzy plea for brother- and sisterhood. It's not the politics that rankles so much as the piety. That's where The Contender, Rod Lurie's new Washington drama, stumbles. It has surface smarts but a soft head. Billy Elliot appeals to liberal emotions, The Contender to liberal righteousness...
Shortly after we married, I found my husband savaging my window treatments. "What have you done to the swag?" I asked, eyeing a mess on the living-room floor that would never, ever again hang in crisp folds across a decorative rod. "I figured it was time to let the drapes do some work," he said. What drapes? Even the cat knew we had nothing hidden up there. Just the, uh, former swag...