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...Animal Farm.” However, in simple dialogue we rarely need it. But because the practice of using exclamation points in casual e-mail and text conversations has become so common, now, not adding this punctuation mark to the end of a message makes it seem sullen and ungrateful. Simply ending with “thanks” no longer cuts it, although in most cases such an ending would most accurately describe our emotion; we rarely scream the word “thanks” when an act being rewarded is less-than-heroic. The misuse of this...
...Manhattan. Inside, three cages hang from the ceiling. In each cage is a giant, resplendently winged angel. "One of them appeared to be nearly insane with rage," she recalls. "It clutched the bars and screamed obscenities at its captors standing below. The other two were listless, lying limp and sullen, as if drugged or beaten into submission...
Gibson and Washington weren't the only veteran movie men fighting for tickets at the wickets. Just out of this weekend's top dozen were two movies starring flinty hero types who made their names in the 1970s. Sixty-seven-year-old Harrison Ford, a.k.a. Han Solo, lent his sullen machismo to Extraordinary Measures, the first theatrical release from CBS Films - but this do-gooder drama had a made-for-TV feel, and after a cruddy opening week, it fell into the abyss, with a $2,575,000 weekend take in 2,549 theaters. The disease-of-the-week movie...
...Olympics - Jean Merilyn Simmons was blessed from youth with a beauty the camera simply had to capture. The striking quality in Simmons was the waywardness of her beauty: a triangular face dominated by large eyes and high cheekbones leading to a small, voluptuous mouth that could be sullen or amused. Her attitude promised a challenge to any man who would seek to love or tame her. That's clear in the 1946 Great Expectations, where her Estella calls Pip a "coarse little monster" at one moment and says, "You may kiss me if you like" the next. She steals...
...count on one hand the number of times I have traveled between cities on a bus. And let's just say that when I think back on those hulking motor coaches--from sullen rides to sleepaway camp to a terrifyingly fast tour abroad with an unpleasant-smelling driver--none of the memories are very nice. So when my ultra-cool 29-year-old cousin started raving about her regular bus trips from New York City to Philadelphia, where her fianc is in grad school, I figured maybe it was time to review my old bias...