Bruce Lee has a monkish purity and spirituality, with a laser-like focus on exposing Han – and of course kicking ass.
Here Ms. Donovan's nun needs to get a Nativity scene mounted, and she draws willing and unwilling volunteers from the audience to play parts that include those ridiculously costumed Wise Men mentioned earlier and, of course, an ass.
If you followed Hillary's 2008 presidential campaign, you might be suspicious of such optimism: she was liable to "get older before [our] very eyes"; her "cankles" made her ankles less attractive to the political commentariat; her lips showed every sign of belonging to a woman over 60; and, of course, her ass was certainly too broad for any chair in the Oval Office.
The plot itself feels as generic as a History Channel reenactment, involving arms deals, terrorists, a kidnapped undercover agent -- and, of course, the ass-kicking SEALs, who do their work with quiet assurance and a noteworthy lack of bravado.
The sight may seem off-putting and strange to some, but to others it's the tell-tale sign of a haven where they're free to be themselves, be around people who understand and accept them for who they are, and, of course, party their asses off.
Elisabeth is of course perpetually kick-ass on missions, Nina has nerves of steel, and Claudia is a truly formidable force – but I'd like to see them leading the action a bit more.
Starring Ryan Reynolds as an ex-military victim of medical experimentation left with superhuman healing powers and super-irksome wisecracks, Tim Miller's film follows the Kick-Ass course of self-covering provocation: sadism or sexism with a wink, it reasons, isn't sadism or sexism.
And of course, some giant-ass dragons look ready to burn everything in sight.
Of course my wise ass response was really just a lame attempt to mask my shock and anxiety when I realized that after two years of prelude, this divorce was really happening, and soon.
Another good one: Five hours into a bender with my reprobate friends at a grimy Atlanta bar, after too many games of pool (couldn't really see the balls) and air hockey (somehow wound up with bloody knuckles) on which we bet a pickle-back apiece, everyone in attendance including, of course, my fringe-ass dad decided to go to the Clermont Lounge.
