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Bill Clinton took the oath, but exaltation is not his style. He has polled us and tested us and talked to us until he's hoarse and spent, and we know so much about him, right down to his choice of underwear, that he made it hard for us to hold him to a higher standard. So instead his allies defended what was worst in him by appealing to what is best in us. How could we not be generous and forgive him? Has he done anything that many of us have not done ourselves? Are these not private matters...
...WORST The Starr report. O.K., news junkies lapped it up, and TV talking heads droned on about it, but the Starr report was a pretty pallid piece of work. Wimpish hero, insecure heroine, pizza, thong underwear, a cigar. What in the world has happened to romances...
...only the pestilence were limited to classes and dining. But no. The leeches suck our blood right out of our veins. We all know who they are: those pesky roommates' boyfriends and girlfriends who show up in their underwear at three in the morning, sleep in our rooms, brush their teeth in our sinks, even shower in our bathrooms (and don't even think they aren't using our shampoo). We at Dartboard urge all upstanding Harvard men and women: Do not tolerate this breach of community! Gong them out the door, back to their real rooms, where they belong...
...main appeal of this movie is not the literary references, but the highpaced action. There are exploding buildings, flaming cars, bikers being run over ambulances and Will Smith in his underwear. Director Tony Scott (Top Gun, Crimson Tide) wastes little time between action sequences, building up an almost unbearable intensity, augmented by fast camera cuts and quick scene changes. Yet the overall effect is not a choppy compilation of distinct scenes, but a broad tapestry of chases, gunfire, high-tech tracking devices and explosions, coupled with a moderate portion of complicated plot development...
...anorexic and then generously offering to "trade you my body for your mind." As it turns out, it was the one thing she had to offer in return for her weekend of plunder. As the other roommates heard Celeste admonish her strongly, saying, "No you may not borrow my underwear," they had hid their heads under their pillows and sent up a fervent prayer to the night that the interloper be teleported back to U Mass...