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...hunting simulations come with a number of "cheat codes" that allow you to adjust the ratio of blood to sport. In Deer Hunter II, for instance, you can start the hunt with a deer in view rather than work for 15 minutes or so to attract one by scattering scent lures or rattling antlers. Another code permits the hunter to race along, as if on horseback, at the same speed as the running deer. But if you bag a buck while using a cheat code, you're barred from mounting its head in the virtual trophy room...
...have also been unfair to him. Few living Americans have been so resented, envied and vilified, but in certain ways his career is distinguished by decency--and he hasn't got much credit for it. Technology confuses us, throws us off the scent. Where Gates is concerned, we have barked up a lot of wrong trees...
...much hyped Meet Joe Black simply confirms our suspicions, giving us more of Pitt's "I-am-beautiful" campaign in an overindulgent $90 million romantic "epic." The film, interestingly enough, is directed by Martin Brest--the same man who in 1992 gave us the charming drama Scent of a Woman. But where Woman had Al Pacino at the helm and young Chris O'Donnell in the eagerbeaver supporting role, Meet Joe Black reverses this buddy-buddy formula. Here, Anthony Hopkins is demoted to a supporting role and Pitt becomes the leading man. This odd conception of the roles proves fatal...
...began one of the greatest hunts since Tommy Lee Jones '69 chased Harrison Ford in "The Fugitive." Prison authorities began the search by deploying dog teams, which they followed closely on horseback. By Saturday the dogs had lost Gurule's scent in the middle of a thicket, and the state pressed into service helicopters using infrared and heat-detection devices. At press time, the chase was still...
Except the prose. "I rode towards Inkerman with my chin buried in my shirt, smelling myself for warmth," Dr. Potter recalls as the novel marches toward its final, appalling snapshot. "Midst the dirt and the staleness I detected the frail scent of cornflowers." Like the unblinking young Myrtle, forced to pose for a picture with a dead man, Bainbridge faces the most shadowy aspects of human nature head on, and demands that her readers do the same...