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...frivolous, while fast-forwarding others, searching for the politically-neutral feel-good movie/cash cow that everyone needs. Even the Oscars went on, with 33 million viewers grateful for the opportunity to mindlessly watch Hollywood pat itself on the back for four hours in subdued dresses (J. Lo wore a toga), with the usual $22,000 dollar-gift basket presenters, while the local news station interspersed the broadcast with announcements asking residents to donate sunscreen to the troops. At least the Academy patted the right part of the back this year, praising The Pianist, a war memoir that is perhaps...
...Those shocked by the ribald fruits of our efforts would do well to remember that the Romans did, after all, originate the toga party,” Kimel says...
...When I moved to Hong Kong a year and a half ago, I feared a return to a drinking life overflowing with pallid, tasteless beers?and this time, no toga parties. So I was happy to discover the East End Brewery, (852) 2811 1907, where discriminating beer connoisseurs can sample microbrews from around the world, such as California's Anchor Steam, or the tangy Aldrich Bay Pale Ale and the full-bodied Too Soo Brew, both made by the award-winning Hong Kong SAR Brewing Company. Brewpubs like East End and microbreweries like Hong Kong Brewing are expanding around...
Yuck, preppies. Beloved William Hundert (Kevin Kline) teaches classics at snooty St. Benedict's. He gets his toga into a twist over a brat named Sedgewick Bell (Emile Hirsch), a cheeky cheat in whom he somewhat mysteriously detects good stuff. The conventions of the genre usually dictate that the boy will ultimately reform. The considerable originality of The Emperor's Club (directed by Michael Hoffman) lies in the fact that the kid gets worse, not better, going on to sleazy dotcom millions and, of course, politics. This leaves the prissily played Hundert sadder and wiser. But it still may leave...
...cradle-robbers bring Sprow and Baer to Kirkland B-52, where the hosts, members of the Harvard Model Senate, have modeled their party after—get this—the Roman Senate. At the door, Meagan M. Marks ’05 eats grapes from the hands of toga-clad doorkeeper W. Lucien Smith ’03, though she quickly pounces on FM, seizing the opportunity to give her 22 cents on the Harvard social life. “Being a sophomore is sooooo much cooler,” she explains enthusiastically. “There?...