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...wedding took place at sunset in the living room of Streisand's Mediterranean-style mansion. The singer's son Jason, from her one previous marriage (to actor Elliott Gould), gave her away, and Brolin's son (actor Josh, from one of his two previous marriages) acted as best man. Streisand's half-sister Rosalind Kind served as maid of honor in the ceremony conducted by Rabbi Leonard Bierman. Streisand's swimming pool was filled with white orchids, her favorite flower...
...record, he is back together with his second ex-wife, the actress Lauren Holly. Their divorce, and her rumored affair with actor-director Edward Burns, made Carrey tabloid fodder--fishbowl living being another level on which he can relate to Truman Burbank. "I got in a fender bender on Sunset, and before I knew it there were paparazzi, because someone used his cell phone and made 300 bucks." He worries about media snoops planting recording devices in his hotel rooms--"So then you can't masturbate"--and worse. "Am I going to be combing my beard some day," he wonders...
Redford's Tom Booker is up for that as well. Not anything so vulgar as a raw sexual encounter, mind you--nothing that would interfere with our contemplation of the simple, natural life that this movie is determined to idealize. But some soulful slow dancing, some rides into the sunset--the saintly Tom, all rueful smiles and gentle wisdom, can winsomely manage that. The question is, can we manage nearly three hours in the company of so perfect a male animal, a figure from whom, in fact, everything animalistic--for that matter, anything jaggedly human--has been blanched? There comes...
Mary K. Letourneau sat on the steps in front of her home, staring west across a glorious sunset over Puget Sound. Inside with a friend was baby Audrey Lokelani, Mary's fifth child and her first with Vili Fualaau, the teenager she has become so infamous for loving. It was a breezy summer's eve, and she could smell the fresh-cut grass on her lawn. She squinted into a blazing horizon. "I had a dream last night," she said, speaking to a neighbor. "I dreamed I was sitting here watching the sunset. And I sat there and sat there...
...will miss her comfortable fun in gazing at a sunset, in color-matching a wardrobe, in having her beside me in times that were difficult, in dishing a new movie and in discussing which politicians were telling the truth. Truth was what she was most open-minded about. My friend the truth liver, truth teller and truth maker is gone. But not really. We often discussed life after life. I'm sure I'll be hearing from her. And I'll smile through my tears because she won't find it surprising...