Word: soundtracked
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...civilized, but the truth is, we’re animals, and sometimes you’ve gotta let it out,” Sydney informs Peter after going berserk on a Venice Beach visitor. The lighthearted mood is sustained by sunny California city views and a playful soundtrack including Vampire Weekend and The Flaming Lips. Though “I Love You, Man” tests the foundations on which male companionship stands, it does so without losing itself in unnecessarily heavy social commentary, instead managing to maintain a sense of humor—albeit a sophomoric one?...
...extraterrestrials), I even liked watching his music videos on VH1’s “Pop-up Video.” I always went to see “Captain EO” when I was at Disney, and the “Free Willy” soundtrack was one of my favorites when I was six. It’s clear why I, like millions of people, enjoyed his music and even respected him as a person, but that was before the horrifying accusations, the strange and incriminating behavior, the drug abuse, the strange surgeries, his marriage...
...first-rate bar and restaurant. Service, which is never reliable in Russia, is as good as it gets in Moscow. Plus there's the spa, which is run by an English-speaking staff and seems to be permanently infused with the scent of jasmine and a soft, very hip soundtrack that will make you feel younger than you are - which would seem to be the whole point of all those treatments...
...work fails to address the root of the era’s ubiquitous despair. Joon is constantly surrounded by a group of young runaways, yet the impetus for this youth exodus is never explored. The noise of traffic drifting from city-sanctioned highways provides an urban soundtrack, and elevated train cars reveal burned buildings through their grease-stained windows, but these images are subordinated to mere setting. “Miles from Nowhere” is a book of abrupt stops and starts that, like the slumlords of the Bronx’ past, chooses to exacerbate raw wounds while self...
...prohibited me from tasting much or taking meaningful notes. As the rising steam opened wide our pores and nostrils to the scents of soy and sesame, I instead wrote notes to my fellow diners in the condensation on the windows behind us. The restaurant desperately needs some form of soundtrack (the B-52s, anyone?) beyond the sound of bubbles and diner laughter. Definitely wash the shabu down with one of the bar’s stellar plum, raspberry, or lychee saketinis which, trust me when I say, will prove a real lifesaver as your steam bath progresses. The other menu...