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For all I know, there may be an endless supply of “Shrek” sequels in the pipeline. (This may be why I liked it better than the others. As it happens, the over-all shape does recall a Busby Berkeley musical — snappy story, lavish number, snappy story, lavish number — but without the snap or fun. When the moneyed inner-city entrepreneur Quentin Leroux (Harry Lennix) builds a lavish competitor called Nappy Cutz right across the street from Calvin's shop, the battle is on — Calvin has to fight to keep his business alive. The prowling camera and dusky colors give much of “Zoo,” which opens with the portentous image of what appear to be miners emerging from a tunnel, a sumptuous, almost velvety look and vibe, an effect enhanced by the repeated use of slow-motion photography.

When a bank robber escapes from prison and goes on a violent crime spree, Malcolm is assigned to bring him in. A Panglossian eternal teenager at heart, he is madly in love with his girlfriend, Doreen (Eva Mendes). She, however, is running out of patience with his protracted adolescence. Instead they go to a Koranic school, where they learn the Koran by rote.

Which is only to say that “Shrek the Third,” directed by Chris Miller and Raman Hui from a script with a half-dozen credited begetters, already feels less like a children’s movie than either of its predecessors. (This may be why I liked it better than the others. But then again, so did my kids.) kommazone nocalsch-archive888megatron.ietf.orgmo The story this time unfolds as a series of increasingly dreary and teary melodramatic encounters regularly interrupted by special-effects-laden fights. A movie featuring Ice Cube bellowing "No more profanity.

Shot on Super 16-millimeter film, with many scenes steeped in a blue that would have made Yves Klein envious, “Zoo” is, to a large extent, about the rhetorical uses of beauty and metaphor and of certain filmmaking techniques like slow-motion photography. Characters don’t just walk in this film; they float across the frame, pouring like liquid toward their inexorable destinies. Wendell, who works with a partner, Reyes (Jacob Vargas), out of an Airstream trailer he calls the Ellis Island of the Southwest, means no harm. But if you like Lyle Lovett songs, Thomas McGuane novels and sardonic country yarns sung by grizzled Texan “outlaws,” you’ll have no trouble slipping into its easygoing groove, fortified by its country-rock soundtrack. Yet in the past decade or so a handful of psychologists have argued that the quicksilver elements of personal narrative belong in any three-dimensional picture of personality. McAdams, a professor of psychology at Northwestern and author of the 2006 book, “The Redemptive Self.” “Well, we find that these narratives guide behavior in every moment, and frame not only how we see the past but how we see ourselves in the future.” Psychologists know what life stories look like when they are fully hatched, at least for some Americans. The wedding party was wonderful until the best man collapsed from drink. By contrast, so-called generative adults — those who score highly on tests measuring civic-mindedness, and who are likely to be energetic and involved — tend to see many of the events in their life in the reverse order, as linked by themes of redemption.

Depending on the person, the story itself might be nuanced or simplistic, powerfully dramatic or cloyingly pious. Any life story is by definition a retrospective reconstruction, at least in part an outgrowth of native temperament. Yet the research so far suggests that people’s life stories are neither rigid nor wildly variable, but rather change gradually over time, in close tandem with meaningful life events.

But there is nonetheless a feeling of finality about “Shrek the Third,” a sense that the tale has at last reached a state of completion. The current installment finds him faced with impending fatherhood and something of a career crisis. (This may be why I liked it better than the others. Raimi as it has Peter Parker, but it seems as if it has zapped his gracious good humor, which was so critical to the first two films. When the moneyed inner-city entrepreneur Quentin Leroux (Harry Lennix) builds a lavish competitor called Nappy Cutz right across the street from Calvin's shop, the battle is on — Calvin has to fight to keep his business alive. The prowling camera and dusky colors give much of “Zoo,” which opens with the portentous image of what appear to be miners emerging from a tunnel, a sumptuous, almost velvety look and vibe, an effect enhanced by the repeated use of slow-motion photography. Characters don’t just walk in this film; they float across the frame, pouring like liquid toward their inexorable destinies. He makes about $2 a day, and cannot afford to send his sons to school. The current installment finds him faced with impending fatherhood and something of a career crisis.

After exploring the predominance of violence in American culture in Bowling for Columbine and taking a critical look at the September 11th attacks in Fahrenheit 9/11, activist filmmaker Michael Moore turns his attentions towards the topic of health care in the United States in this documentary that weighs the plight of the uninsured against the record profits of the pharmaceutical industry. This film seems to be "All About the Benjamins," to use the title of an Ice Cube action comedy. Shot on Super 16-millimeter film, with many scenes steeped in a blue that would have made Yves Klein envious, “Zoo” is, to a large extent, about the rhetorical uses of beauty and metaphor and of certain filmmaking techniques like slow-motion photography.

Much has been made of the film’s look, and it’s easy to see why. However, the house is owned by Big Momma (Ella Mitchell), an older woman with a sharp tongue and no patience for back talk, and when Big Momma has to leave town, it leaves her house suspiciously empty. Wendell, who works with a partner, Reyes (Jacob Vargas), out of an Airstream trailer he calls the Ellis Island of the Southwest, means no harm. Smirks are to be had, but no belly laughs. Yet in the past decade or so a handful of psychologists have argued that the quicksilver elements of personal narrative belong in any three-dimensional picture of personality. By better understanding how life stories are built, this work suggests, people may be able to alter their own narrative, in small ways and perhaps large ones. People tend to remember facts more accurately if they encounter them in a story rather than in a list, studies find; and they rate legal arguments as more convincing when built into narrative tales rather than on legal precedent. “This meaning-making capability — to talk about growth, to explain what something says about who I am — develops across adolescence.” Psychologists know what life stories look like when they are fully hatched, at least for some Americans.

But there is nonetheless a feeling of finality about “Shrek the Third,” a sense that the tale has at last reached a state of completion. But then again, so did my kids.) (Ready or not, the studio is talking about a fourth.) Aesthetically and conceptually wrung out, fizzled rather than fizzy, this latest installment in the spider-bites-boy adventure story shoots high, swings low and every so often hits the sweet spot, but mostly just plods and plods along, as if its heart were pumping tired radioactive blood.

This film seems to be "All About the Benjamins," to use the title of an Ice Cube action comedy. It is, rather more coyly, also about a man who died from a perforated colon after he arranged to have sex with a stallion.

However, the house is owned by Big Momma (Ella Mitchell), an older woman with a sharp tongue and no patience for back talk, and when Big Momma has to leave town, it leaves her house suspiciously empty. Big Momma's House gained considerable pre-production publicity when Lawrence fell into a coma while jogging in a heat wave before the film's start date; Lawrence claimed that he was trying to lose weight to fit more comfortably into his character's "fat suit." But if you like Lyle Lovett songs, Thomas McGuane novels and sardonic country yarns sung by grizzled Texan “outlaws,” you’ll have no trouble slipping into its easygoing groove, fortified by its country-rock soundtrack. Smirks are to be had, but no belly laughs. That DreamWorks ogre’s skin is the color of money after all. Which is only to say that “Shrek the Third,” directed by Chris Miller and Raman Hui from a script with a half-dozen credited begetters, already feels less like a children’s movie than either of its predecessors. If ever a movie had a case of the blues and the blahs, it’s “Spider-Man 3,” the third and what feels like the end of Sam Raimi’s big-screen comic-book adaptations.

A movie featuring Ice Cube bellowing "No more profanity. The director Robinson Devor apparently would like viewers who watch his heavily reconstructed documentary, “Zoo,” to see it as a story of ineluctable desire and human dignity. The cinematographer, Sean Kirby, has done some striking work here.

The prowling camera and dusky colors give much of “Zoo,” which opens with the portentous image of what appear to be miners emerging from a tunnel, a sumptuous, almost velvety look and vibe, an effect enhanced by the repeated use of slow-motion photography. That DreamWorks ogre’s skin is the color of money after all.