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(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.Good day Dorthy.
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" — and meaning it — should produce a lot more laughs than this intermittently amusing sequel. It is, rather more coyly, also about a man who died from a perforated colon after he arranged to have sex with a stallion. Characters don’t just walk in this film; they float across the frame, pouring like liquid toward their inexorable destinies. 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. For my taste, a little goes a long way. 

board gets something entirely different. And a burst of new findings are now helping them make the case. Generous, civic-minded adults from diverse backgrounds tell life stories with very similar and telling features, studies find; so likewise do people who have overcome mental distress through psychotherapy. “When we first started studying life stories, people thought it was just idle curiosity — stories, isn’t that cool? 

Researchers have found that the human brain has a natural affinity for narrative construction. 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. “This meaning-making capability — to talk about growth, to explain what something says about who I am — develops across adolescence.” The entire two-hour session is recorded and transcribed. The pride of college graduation is spoiled when a friend makes a cutting remark.

Often, too, they say they felt singled out from very early in life — protected, even as others nearby suffered. In a recent study presented at the annual meeting of the Society for Personality and Social Psychology in January, Mr.

At some level, talk therapy has always been an exercise in replaying and reinterpreting each person’s unique life story. And eventually they conquered it. 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. The investigators found that the third-person scenes were significantly less upsetting, compared with bad memories recalled in the first person. zaudergrill nocalsch-archive888megatron.ietf.orgmo “What our experiment showed is that this shift in perspective, having this distance from yourself, allows you to relive the experience and focus on why you’re feeling upset,” instead of being immersed in it, said Ethan Kross, the study’s lead author. The emotional content of the memory is still felt, he said, but its sting is blunted as the brain frames its meaning, as it builds the story. 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.

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

For all I know, there may be an endless supply of “Shrek” sequels in the pipeline. 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.Success may not have spoiled Mr. 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. 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. 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. 

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. 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. (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. 

For all I know, there may be an endless supply of “Shrek” sequels in the pipeline. Will he take over his father-in-law’s business or remain true to his vocation of bellowing and smashing things? (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. 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. The cinematographer, Sean Kirby, has done some striking work here. 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.