The boxed set: Criticized for its brick-like presence. Victim of grammatical ineptitude (it's usually called the "box set," which is what? A collection of boxes?). Subject of a hilarious Barenaked Ladies song.
KOONTZ LAKE, Indiana -- When the Indianapolis Motor Speedway announced that it was shutting down the "Brickyard Crossing" motel last week, it drew little attention, lost in the shuffle of other motorsports layoffs, race cancellations and drug testing announcements.
There's an old French expression: "An actress is more than a woman, and an actor is less than a man." No one ever thought of Paul Newman in those terms. In a way, men and women alike saw him more as an heroic athlete than a performing actor.
Sheila Oppenheimer was only a day away from giving birth, and she was worried. "I was on the fetal monitor, and I was very scared." She looked out a window and saw a blue-eyed man, Paul Newman, walking by. Then, she knew everything would be all right.
Paul Newman lived long enough, and lived well enough, to confuse anybody who'd try for a final summation. He was a cross-generational film star, his movies the last 50 years inspired by 10 Oscar-nominated parts. Everything from Hud to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Hustler to Cool Hand Luke. But, he was also a salad dressing magnate, starting up a popcorn and spaghetti company as a joke, all profits of Newman's Own going to charity. By 2007, the foundation had given out $175 million and dressed a lot of salads.
Paul Newman, the legendary actor whose steely blue eyes, good-humored charm and advocacy of worthy causes made him one of the most renowned figures in American arts, has died of cancer at his home in Westport, Connecticut. He was 83.
When it comes to babies, we pay a lot of attention to the five senses. Colorful mobiles, famous composers' lullabies, foods introduced in a certain order, the bunny to pat. But when was the last time you stopped and smelled the roses? Gave yourself a taste treat? Or took a moment to truly appreciate the feel of your fur-lined boots as you pull them on?
Precisely how fast I drove a Maserati at Road Atlanta racetrack is not the point. Or maybe it is the point, but since the people with me all claimed to have driven much faster, I'm not going to get into it.
Having fallen in love with a bunch of computer-animated, anthropomorphized vehicles who express emotion with eyes made from windshields and smiles from metallic front grills, I do believe the exemplary Pixar team who made the beguiling comedy adventure "Cars" could draw a mote of dust and a pair of socks and turn them into characters worth caring about.
Hollywood has always been fond of the all-star film. From "Grand Hotel" to "The Greatest Show on Earth," "Around the World in Eighty Days" and "Judgment at Nuremberg," packing a film with stars has often been a sure-fire marketing strategy, if not always a way to make a great film.