There is one principle with which, and clinging to this and then to that which depends on this; ought we to give them a worse life, which is done at night;Grantaire had not yet reached that lamentable phase. Sir. Said Harry, Now blow thisthing so we can all go home.
As a two hour thriller set on the same island as the original park, Jurassic World is not deepest or most original film. Most of the inaccuracies of the previous films live on in this one, from Velociraptors that are too big and too brainy to stegosaurs with too many plates. Few major breakthroughs in dinosaur science from the past fifteen years make it to the screen..
I on my way to Minnesota, man. Whatever I can do, can let this ride, dog. Y not going to be mad until it hits you front door. Disappointing that Spike would create this false controversy to perpetuate drama. He is welcome to come to The Garden anytime via the VIP or general entrance; just not through our employee entrance, which is what he and Jim agreed to [Monday] night when they shook hands. The Knicks tweeted out two photos along with their statement.
The skill with which the Rudes gave voice to these figures and Patchen’s text meshed smoothly with the percussionists’ evocative treatment of Cage’s score. Seated at tables with one microphone for each of them, the six actors conjured a lineup of sad sacks, working stiffs, and toughs, deftly sliding in and out of character. (“Deft” is also the word for Alexandra Bassiakou Shaw’s direction, which modulated the vocal work and used simple movements turned heads, actors exiting to add dramatic impact.) But throughout the changing personae, one constant was the actors’ savoring of the tasty tang of the script’s Forties street slang: “Stick ’em up, Jack,” “hey, bub,” “cripes,” “the dirty rat.” Kriston Woodreaux held this shifting world together even as his character, the Voice, morphed from Everyman to mystery man to man in existential crisis; his mellifluous voice grounded the Voice, whether he was gabbing with a stranger about “them creameries near Mellyberg” or reciting Christopher Marlowe’s “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.” And when the Voice made his ultimate plea for “more love in the world, more understanding,” extending to us his hand in friendship, it came across as heartfelt, genuine.
It’s a nice sentiment for anyone of any political stripe to consider. Even so, in the upcoming lull between Christmas and New Year’s, I’ll be thinking not of life in the fray, but that other vision Clinton offered a good book, a dog, a seeming eternity to do nothing but look at a text or a terrier. That prospect, for me, has for years been my favorite part of the holidays.