It is a spy thriller. A European adventure of intrigue and intellect, based not on high-tech gadgets but instead on the human mind and physical discipline. Our verdict? See it.
He sat staring at his watch in utter incomprehension, trying to figure out exactly what the little black squiggles meant. The one at the top was twelve, right? Was the big hand for the minutes or the hours?
Of course, John Bailey didn’t know it was a gryphon. In fact, he had no idea what the animal in his barn was.
Blending light 60’s pop with Vince Guaraldi’s Charlie Brown music and a twee Britishness, this band consistently delivers fun, melodic tunes with poetic lyrics.
"Black Hole Facts," the sign said. What was it doing on a rural New Hampshire highway?
It's not an emotional album; it won't change your life or convince you of some important philosophy. But it's perfect for a slow summer drive with your windows rolled down.
Narnia? Why had she decided to mention that place? What business did The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe have in a conversation at a party like this?
Perhaps I should have thought longer about offering my brothers the ladybugs as a snack. At the time, though, it seemed like a good idea.
The whole atmosphere is of a world gone wrong; like a dream worthy of Salvador Dalí. Nothing is square or straight. The buildings loom in on you; windows sweep upward, slanted or curved; doors are obscenely angled holes beckoning you to enter and be trapped inside.
Some say formality in worship strangles, and to a certain extent they're right. Formality can grab you and end up killing you. But more frequently it will grab you and shake you and pull you into a deeper understanding of worship.