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Written by Luke Wilson, who directed with his older brother Andrew, it also stars a third brother, Owen, as Wendell’s nemesis. 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. The attractive stranger at the airport bar hears one version, the parole officer another, and the P.T.A. And a burst of new findings are now helping them make the case. YouTube routines notwithstanding, most people do not begin to see themselves in the midst of a tale with a beginning, middle and eventual end until they are teenagers.

In analyzing the texts, the researchers found strong correlations between the content of people’s current lives and the stories they tell. The pride of college graduation is spoiled when a friend makes a cutting remark. In broad outline, the researchers report, such tales express distinctly American cultural narratives, of emancipation or atonement, of Horatio Alger advancement, of epiphany and second chances. nusscoco nospirits-archive888lists.ietf.orgmo In a recent study presented at the annual meeting of the Society for Personality and Social Psychology in January, Mr.

And eventually they conquered it. To them, therapy was part of a continuing adaptation, not a decisive battle. The findings suggest that psychotherapy, when it is effective, gives people who are feeling helpless a sense of their own power, in effect altering their life story even as they work to disarm their own demons, Mr.Adler said. Mental resilience relies in part on exactly this kind of autobiographical storytelling, moment to moment, when navigating life’s stings and sorrows. He said he worries they will end up as poor, illiterate traders like him.

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. 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.

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. Most of the decisions involving this sequel to the spirited original "Barbershop" — a movie that itself cobbled together pieces of other projects — are about carefully retracing the steps of that 2002 hit in order to keep those $100 Benjamins flowing. 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. Characters don’t just walk in this film; they float across the frame, pouring like liquid toward their inexorable destinies. 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. Determined to maintain his cover, Malcolm disguises himself as Big Momma, and now has to convince Sherry (and everyone else in the neighborhood) that Big Momma's still in town.

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. Will he take over his father-in-law’s business or remain true to his vocation of bellowing and smashing things?

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. Most of the decisions involving this sequel to the spirited original "Barbershop" — a movie that itself cobbled together pieces of other projects — are about carefully retracing the steps of that 2002 hit in order to keep those $100 Benjamins flowing.

The bittersweet aspects of the film add texture, though they can't supplant the lack of comedy; there were more laughs in Ice Cube's last picture, "Torque." Much has been made of the film’s look, and it’s easy to see why. In this comedy, a cop assumes a new identity in his valiant battle against crime: an elderly grandmother. 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." She, however, is running out of patience with his protracted adolescence. They have largely ignored the first-person explanation — the life story that people themselves tell about who they are, and why. 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.

Researchers have found that the human brain has a natural affinity for narrative construction. The entire two-hour session is recorded and transcribed. 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.

— they draw on these stories implicitly, whether they know they are working from them or not,” Dr.McAdams said. 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.

Adler reported on 180 adults from the Chicago area who had recently completed a course of talk therapy. Yet Mr.Adler found that in fact those former patients who scored highest on measures of well-being — who had recovered, by standard measures — told very similar tales about their experiences. They described their problem, whether depression or an eating disorder, as coming on suddenly, as if out of nowhere. They characterized their difficulty as if it were an outside enemy, often giving it a name (the black dog, the walk of shame). With the decline of manufacturing and few formal jobs, many residents make a meager living off one another’s misery. Idriss Abdoulaye sells water from a pushcart for 20 naira a jerry can, about 15 cents, to people like himself, too poor to have wells. Will he take over his father-in-law’s business or remain true to his vocation of bellowing and smashing things?

But then again, so did my kids.) 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. Most of the decisions involving this sequel to the spirited original "Barbershop" — a movie that itself cobbled together pieces of other projects — are about carefully retracing the steps of that 2002 hit in order to keep those $100 Benjamins flowing.

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. It is, rather more coyly, also about a man who died from a perforated colon after he arranged to have sex with a stallion.

The cinematographer, Sean Kirby, has done some striking work here. Malcolm Turner (Martin Lawrence) is an FBI agent who is a master of disguise and will stop at nothing to get his man. When a bank robber escapes from prison and goes on a violent crime spree, Malcolm is assigned to bring him in. That DreamWorks ogre’s skin is the color of money after all. The current installment finds him faced with impending fatherhood and something of a career crisis. Unless the Shrek team wants to follow its hero into the dangerous swamps of mid-life, thus shifting his literary pedigree away from William Steig and in the direction of John Updike or Philip Roth, it may want to leave him in a condition of more-or-less happily ever after. (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.

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. 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. It is, rather more coyly, also about a man who died from a perforated colon after he arranged to have sex with a stallion.

The thief's girlfriend Sherry (Nia Long), who is also the mother of his child, lives in a small Southern town, and Malcolm plans to set up a stake-out in the house across the street from Sherry's. 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."