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Those fighters sometimes seem to be the only things that move. In Shah-i-Kot you will rarely find a goat or a donkey or even a dog. Clusters of abandoned or destroyed mud-brick houses stand silent. Just a few weeks ago, these high-walled settlements were home to al-Qaeda fighters and their families. Now they look like a kind of Dresden transferred to a tiny, medieval world. In the village of Sarkhankhel, charred headstones are all that remain of many houses; crumbled walls carpet the ground. It's as though a finger of retribution reached from...
...mouth luscious and sneering, his eyes mascara'd like a silent-screen sheik, Curtis' Sidney is all bustle and rancor, ever moving, biting his nails, full of unfocused nervous energy. Coming into his office ("What is here? A wake?") to find his uncle and Dallas steaming about the smear item Sidney had planted, Curtis paces, runs fingers through his greasy hair, and then picks up their cue: they want a fight, OK, he'll bounce, circle, jab and jabber like a boxer in a Garden prelim. Out on 52nd Street with J.J., he pleads, "Stop beating me on the head...
Subsequently, Goodwin remained silent for almost 15 years until disclosures by the Weekly Standard and subsequent coverage by other publications, notably Slate.com, forced her to speak...
Zeal may be a quality some viewers will need in order to enjoy Bedroom. Once the lovers disappear, it settles into a film of silent accusations and deflected anguish. But that watchful waiting has a curiously instructive, ultimately hypnotic effect; this, one thinks, is really the way middle-class America hides its hurts. And those silences render more powerful the explosive confrontation between the grieving parents, in which a lifetime's evasions are blown away. They also make the movie's violent conclusion all the more startling, yet utterly right...
Between her Newbury appearance and a weekend gig at the House of Blues, Lord descends onto the Park Street platform with her guitar and a couple boxes of Live City Sounds. Several teenagers on skateboards approach and listen, their eyes glazing over. Their skater-dude banter grows dead silent as Lord sings AC/DC’s “Love at First Feel.” After the boys miss their train several times over, their trance breaks and they pool the contents of their pockets in order to buy an album. Whether Lord continues to pursue...