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...laws and Nancy Drew, but the film closest to Hamlet 2 was the 1999 comedy Dick, which enlisted a slew of Saturday Night Live veterans (Will Ferrell, Harry Shearer, Ana Gasteyer, Jim Breuer) in the fanciful tale of two girls (Kirsten Dunst and Michelle Williams) who wander off from a White House tour and get entangled with President Nixon. That one sounded funnier than...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hamlet 2: The First One Was Better | 8/21/2008 | See Source »

...first is that of the Orwellian mouthpiece - the unquestioning apparatchik feeding the cowed masses their daily dose of newspeak. The second is that of the dissident author, imprisoned, beaten and tortured for railing against corruption and human-rights abuses, or forced into lonely exile and doomed forevermore to wander the Western lecture circuit...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Meet the Press | 8/21/2008 | See Source »

...thing about the Olympics is that if you start to wander around, you never know what you'll find. Case in point: I was walking outside of the table tennis venue at Peking University this week when I saw this sign - "Gluing Tent." Actually, I smelled it before I saw it - that sweetly sharp, pungent odor of Elmer's gone wild. With fond memories of those grade school glue highs, I popped in, hoping for a much-needed week two lift, and maybe some bonding moments with a few fellow sniffers, and saw a long table, a dozen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Sticky Business of Table Tennis | 8/21/2008 | See Source »

...need a spoiler alert to see where this tale is going - us against them, the hick underdogs vs. the clueless snobs, with results that (how to put this gently?) will not displease any soft-hearted (or do I mean to say soft-headed?) populists who happen to wander into a showing of Bottle Shock...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Bottle Shock is Hard to Swallow | 8/8/2008 | See Source »

...wander around the city by foot, I stop at most restaurants to look at their menus. One waiter talks me out of ordering "pork cooked blood congee." ("Awful! Horrible!" he shudders.) From the ground, the city sometimes reminds me of Flushing, Queens, the less commercial sister of Manhattan's Chinatown, with bronze roast geese hanging by their necks in shop windows and improbable animals awaiting slaughter. But then, two blocks over, I wander into a mall and am suddenly lost between the Chanel store and Sephora...

Author: By Lingbo Li | Title: Breakfast in Cantonese | 8/8/2008 | See Source »

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