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Redford's mother-henning is one come-on, the setting another. The morning sound and smell of creek water under a wooden footbridge, the afternoon light on lush summer grass, the green-walled canyons climbing the evening sky--anyone who can't draw creative inspiration from this place should probably be shooting weddings and bar mitzvahs. "It's like you're in a bubble," Plimpton says. "Nothing else exists when you're here." Not Hollywood, not Top 10 lists, not even makeup...
...respect to Gene, we're not allowing other people to use the thumbs right now," says Mary Kellogg, the Disney exec overseeing the show. "Things may change this fall, but for the time being those sitting across the aisle should not have access to the thumbs." Meanwhile, competing programmers smell an opportunity. Fox cable outlet FX, Paramount Television and the fledgling Oxygen channel are all said to be developing their own movie-critic shows...
...wave of the hand known as the outback salute. The flies crawl into your nostrils, eyes and ears, and when you get back in the plane, they fly in clouds into the cabin, so that the pilot takes out a can of powerful insecticide--"Jeez, this is going to smell really putrid," he cheerfully announces--and sprays them down. Then you take off. Forty minutes later, you land in Coober Pedy, with dead flies in your...
...African-American brothers reluctantly move to a white suburb with their grandfather. "What is that smell?" asks Riley, a pint-size gangsta wannabe, as they stroll through the leafy hood. "Clean air," deadpans Huey, his eight-year-old brother. "My guess is we'll get used to it eventually...
Under a hot sun broken by violent summer showers, Kosovo is waking to a midsummer's nightmare. The sickly sweet smell of decaying flesh hangs in invisible clouds across the province, and the ground offers up body parts. Bits of ashen bone--a thigh, a rib cage--and chunks of roasted flesh litter the floors of burned-out houses. Corpses, left where they fell, putrefy in fields and farmyards amid the buzzing of flies and the howling of stray dogs. As the first of Kosovo's Albanian refugees stream back across the borders or down from hiding in the hills...