The thing that happens here, as it does with any film you consider among your very favorites, is that in the magical whirligig of imagination that is cinema, you presume friendship with the protagonists. You like them … maybe even love them, and it has yet to be disproven outside of the most esoteric, philosophical conjecture, that they don't feel exactly the same way about you.
Now you have to be in that big club that you ain't in to get a coronavirus test. Ordinary folks like you or me cannot get tested. But if we were NBA basketball players, movie stars, royalty, or a politician we get to cut to the head of the line. You don't even have to show symptoms.
We all know that smoking is harmful to one's lungs. As our lives are disrupted by the coronavirus, this fact raises concerns about the damaging impact the coronavirus (COVID-19) may have on those who smoke or vape.
I watched every showing I could, and have come to fantasize that so great was this epiphanic event that the station held it over for a second week, perhaps just for me. Thus was the making of a romantic sap and dreamer extraordinaire.
Imaginatively complementing this part of my belated education is a visual cornucopia of period piece splendor, from the elegantly dreamy English countryside landscapes, a veritable slide show worthy of Gainsborough, to the exquisite, haute couture fantasy comprising Emma's wardrobe.
The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services estimates that the United States could need up to 3.5 billion respirator masks to confront the brunt of this virus. But right now, the Strategic National Stockpile — the country's emergency medical supply "bank" – holds only a small fraction of that, just 12 million respirator masks. We do not want our doctors, nurses, and medical workers reusing masks and gloves.
The health and safety of the patients, caregivers, and communities we serve is our most important priority. Our hospital and community health centers remain open and safe, and there has been no disruption to the high-quality patient care that we provide.
Affleck, in a decent performance that boasts a couple stellar moments, like when at a pivotal moment in a game he feverishly calls a player back to the sideline to emphasize the tactic, wins our support, even before a scattered exposition of his woes charitably pleads his case.
That said, "The Call of the Wild," arguably penned in reaction to the encroaching artificiality of things and modes resulting from the Industrial Revolution is, in its goodness, simplicity and virtuous paean to the rules of nature, a needed breath of fresh air in today's cynical climate.
Therein lurk in floral disguise their natural predators, the spiders. Many species garner bold arresting colors that in contrast may deter predators by announcing their yellow and black warning colors of hidden toxicity.
Yet, in taking its uncertain path to some hoped for humanistic revelation, it seems like it'd be much happier if only it could jump the tracks from classically cerebral comedy to safely domesticized farce.
That night at the dining room table, I perceived an especially proud look on Mrs. O'Shaughnessy's face as she served up extra helpings of lamb stew, and all those in attendance jovially pitched in, barn raising style, to help me make my Oscar predictions.
Appropriating some sort of Scottish brogue, made even less audible by a muttering, offhanded delivery a la Popeye, it seemed as if this otherwise naturally glib actor was attempting to trademark his Dolittle with an obscure detachment analogous to Johnny Depp's Jack Sparrow.
What could this Philistine of a male know about the trials and tribulations of the intrepid March sisters — Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy — and about sisterhood, feminism, devotion to family and the desire to have an identifying career in a stultifying society that believed a woman's place was in the home? In short, while I know, my genes dictate that I don't really know.
Enrico Giardina served his country in the European Theater in Army from 1944 to 1946. Drafted right out of Pittsfield High School at the age of 18, he was sent to boot camp at Fort McClellan in Alabama for infantry training.
What is this aberration, this bizarre concoction of what the human experience can turn into when internal wires cross and hormones contraindicate? There is no propriety, no adhesion to accepted rules of society except under duress or threat of death.