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...Split your time between old-school rappers and dog show aficionados? Check. Written an article for an outdoors magazine that got made into the summer blockbuster Blue Crush? Waded through alligator-ridden swampwater in search of an elusive “ghost orchid?” And did Meryl Streep play you in Spike Jonze’s Adaptation? Orlean can boast all this and more...
...then there was the enormity of Meryl Streep. "My first day with Meryl Streep was a pretty horrible day," says Kirk. "Mike would give me instructions even when I was off-camera because I was so afraid to engage with her. I was like, 'You just do your Meryl Streep thing, and I'll be over here...
...Wilson and Mary-Louise Parker), a closeted gay Mormon lawyer and his disturbed, pill-popping wife. Around them orbit historical and mythological figures: Roy Cohn (Al Pacino), the diabolical former aide to Senator Joseph McCarthy who is gay, closeted and stricken with AIDS; the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (Meryl Streep), whom Cohn, by pulling strings, got executed for treason; and an angel (Emma Thompson)--the spiritual avatar of America. When she smashes through the ceiling of Prior's apartment to draft him as an unwilling prophet, all hell breaks loose--or, really, terrifyingly, all heaven does...
...impossible to overlook Angels' star power (Pacino and Streep's first onscreen pairing has been promoted like Godzilla vs. King Kong), and the celebrities do not disappoint. In multiple roles, Streep morphs effortlessly from ancient Orthodox rabbi to radical Jewish mom Rosenberg to Joe Pitt's mother Hannah. Only occasionally does Pacino slip into his scenery-chewing hooah mode with the eloquently cynical Cohn. And Thompson's angel is no cherub but a winged Old Testament monster of sexual heat and arrogance who proclaims, "My wrath is as fearsome as my countenance is splendid...
...HOURS. This adaptation of Michael Cunningham’s Pulitzer-winning novel is unapologetically Oscar bait, backed by a triumvirate of A-list actresses (Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore). Yet for a film of its ostensible weight, The Hours certainly takes easy shots at its lead trio—three colossally boring straw women who rediscover their lost vitality in drearily obvious ways as the picture progresses. Perhaps The Hours’ greatest value rests in its side-by-side comparison of Moore, the greatest actress of her generation, and Streep, the most acclaimed actress of hers; when judged...