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...Alexander's son William and nephew William John succumbed to the same mania, piling up butterflies and beetles, bats, gnats and bandicoots, corals and sea lilies, cuscuses and birds of paradise (William John led and paid for the colony's first scientific expedition to New Guinea), and a skull long thought to belong to a (mythical) bun-yip; it was actually a deformed foal...
...only Høeg had followed his advice rather than leaving us hoping for the end 100 pages before it actually comes. Circus-clown Kasper Krone provides Høeg with a highly entertaining protagonist as he performs stunt after stunt after stunt—even with his skull cracked open and a bullet wound clear through his midriff. But the novel is overly centered around him and preoccupied with proving to us just how cool he is: yes, he is a smooth talker; yes, he has sex appeal; yes, he is well-read; yes, he is a great acrobat...
...interview at their airy Santa Monica, Calif., office the day after a 15-hour stint on the set of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Kennedy, 54, and Marshall, 61, finish each other's sentences. You might expect as much from a couple married for 20 years and working side by side for 26. On a Kennedy/Marshall set, "it's like a family, and we're the parents, keeping the morale up, making sure everybody's happy," explains Marshall...
...says Kennedy. (They have two daughters, 9 and 11.) "We didn't want to become movie moguls and move into being executives within a company. We like making movies." Husband and wife produce films separately as well as together. Bourne is Marshall's baby, Diving Bell Kennedy's. Crystal Skull is a joint project. What the two share is a basic philosophy: "We're helping the director get his or her vision up onscreen," says Marshall...
...look as though they were borrowed from Prince, her curls are shamelessly Xtina-esque, and her set design smacks of Gwen. She doesn’t even dance, despite the fact that nothing else is going on; instead, she jerkily moves around the stage, rubbing her cheeks against sparkly skull-shaped microphones and looking as if she’s in arthritic pain. The only redeeming moment comes when she wiggles her bum for the camera, but the wiggling is brief and, well, old news. —Jenny...