Word: silent
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What one can say is that Saving Private Ryan is a brilliant commentary on a certain kind of war movie--those depicting a small unit with a job to do. They form something like a tradition, one with roots snaking back to silent-picture days but flourishing with particular energy during and just after World War II. You know the drill: griping guys of disparate backgrounds do their duty--holding a vital position, taking a crucial hill--in the process bonding and absorbing acceptable losses...
...supports this film is its strong cast. As usual, Pesci turns in a maniacally fine performance, adding a sentimental riff here and there. Russo, looking remarkably unpregnant for someone who gives birth at the end of the movie, is sweet. Jet Li is magnificently creepy as a strong-and-silent, impeccably elegant villain. Alone among the principal supporting actors, Chris Rock, normally so funny, fails to fit his role as Murtaugh's young cop son-in-law. His edgy, larger than life comic persona makes Rock look like he is intruding on someone else's shtick...
...even know Monica Lewinsky's name." And since on Tuesday it was Starr who was seeking to overturn a sealed ruling by Judge Norma Holloway Johnson, it would seem that the ruling points the finger directly at Starr. On that subject, of course, Starr's spokesmen have been noticeably silent...
Both grapple with a universal truth: boys have complicated relationships with their mothers. Pollack, who is alarmed by what he calls the "silent crisis" of "normal" boys, says we live in a confused society in which mothers are afraid to cling to their sons. On the one hand, we ask 1990s boys to be sensitive and expressive, and on the other, we saddle them with the culture's outdated notions of masculinity. The result is what Pollack calls the ever present "boy code"--a stoic, uncommunicative, invulnerable stance that does not allow boys to be the warm, empathic human beings...
Under the round, silent shadow of William Shawn, editor in chief for 35 years, the New Yorker was urbane, literate and indifferent to the philistines. In short, it was intelligent. But by the time Shawn stepped down in 1987, two years after the magazine was purchased by media billionaire S.I. Newhouse, a good many of its pages were also subdued to the point of immobile. It was an atmosphere that Shawn's successor, Robert Gottlieb, did not do much to relieve. When Newhouse moved Tina Brown into the editor's job in 1992, it was for the plain purpose...