Review 4

The Great Gatsby

Director: Baz Luhrmann

Starring: Leonardo DiCaprio, Tobey Maguire, Carey Mulligan, Joel Edgerton, Isla Fisher

In the film, The Great Gatsby, the main character Nick arrives at the Dizzy's second cousin's wedding and settles next to the enigmatic and mysterious Mr. Gatsby, loving roll loud revelry and parties. So begins a tangle of melodramatic love secrets, passion and intrigue, but at the end of film the hero was died.

I think that Gatsby is primarily a story about a man, whose eyes were boundless hope for the best. This is a message to the world film easily transmits to the viewer.

As for me, The Great Gatsby is a very interesting and exciting film. Real love, real emotions. I like it very much and suggest everybody looks this film.

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Part 6

Coffey on the Mile

Two days later, on the eighteenth, Bill Dodge, Hank Bitterman, and someone else – the narrator didn't remember who, some floater - took John Coffey over to D Block for his shower, and he with his friends rehearsed his execution while he was gone. There were no thunderstorms on the night it came John Coffey's turn to walk the Green Mile. Brutus Howell was out front for this one - he would do the capping and tell Van Hay to roll when it was time. There weren't many witnesses. Brutal bent over and plucked the disk of sponge out of its bucket. Water from the sponge was dripping down the sides of John 's face. John surged forward against the chest-strap. For a moment his eyes met mine. They were aware; the narrator was the last thing he saw as us tilted him off the edge of the world. Then he fell against the seatback, the cap coming askew on his head a little, smoke - a sort of charry mist - drifting out from beneath it. The hands were limp again, the formerly bluish-white moons at the base of the fingernails now a deep eggplant hue, a tendril of smoke rising off cheeks still wet with salt water from the sponge... and his tears. John Coffey's last tears.

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Part 5

Night Journey

The narrator had spoken to Hal Moores that morning, and he had told him that Melinda's brain tumor had caused her to lapse into bouts of cursing and foul language...The quavering in his voice, coupled with the memory of how John Coffey had healed both my urinary infection and the broken back of Delacroix's pet mouse, had finally pushed me over the line that runs between just thinking about a thing and actually doing a thing. When the narrator suggested that another miracle might result if he with his friends took John Coffey to Melinda Moores. Brutal came on the block at quarter to seven, Dean at ten 'til. It was twenty-five miles to Hal Moores's house on Chimney Ridge sitting back there with John Coffey. Brutal and the narrator had just reached the foot of the steps when the front door was hauled open hard enough to flap the brass knocker against its plate. There stood Hal Moores in blue pajama pants, clasped in his right hand, it was fully cocked. From somewhere behind him, a weak and wavery female voice called and he turned in that direction for just a moment, his face confused and despairing. John Coffey took the play out of our hands. He pushed into the entry and past Moores, who raised a single strengthless hand to stop him. John paid no attention, just went stolidly along. The woman in the back bedroom, propped up against the headboard and staring wall-eyed at the giant who had come into her muddled sight, didn't look at all like the Melly Moores. Closer he bent, and closer still. For a moment his huge face stopped less than two inches from hers. John Coffey went on kissing her in that deep and intimate way, inhaling. Melinda shook free of Hal's hand and ran as lightly as a girl to where John stood. She put her arms around him and gave him another hug. Then she reached around to the nape of her neck and pulled a fine-link chain out of her bodice. At the end of it was a silver medallion. She held it out to John, who looked at it uncomprehendingly. John took it, slipped the chain around his bullneck, and dropped the St. Christopher medallion into the front of his shirt.

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Justin Bieber 'owes thousands' after leaving monkey hanging in Germany.

The headline of the article is «Justin Bieber 'owes thousands' after leaving monkey hanging in Germany». The article was published by associated Press in Berlin. The article is dated the 17th of May 2013.

The main idea of the article to inform us about that the Canadian pop singer Justin Bieber will have to pay thousands of euros to an animal shelter caring for the pet monkey seized two months ago by German customs officials.

The customs office in Munich said Bieber has until midnight on Friday to contact them, otherwise Mally, the singer's capuchin monkey, would become "property of the state" and would be transferred to a permanent home at a zoo or animal park elsewhere in Germany.

Mally was seized by German customs on 28 March when Bieber, 19, failed to produce required vaccination and import papers after landing in Munich while on tour. It was quarantined and cared for at the city's animal shelter, where the manager, Karl Heinz Joachim, said Mally, now 20 weeks old, had fared well and gained weight.

The shelter has criticised Bieber for keeping such a young monkey as a pet, saying the animal should not have been taken away from its mother until it was a year old. Experts say capuchin monkeys also need to be kept in groups as they are very sociable animals.

"The best thing would be not to buy one at all, but if you do, buy five," said Joachim.

He said emails from Bieber's management to the shelter indicated the singer does not want the monkey anymore, but that the final decision would have to be made by German authorities.

"Our contact is the person that the monkey belongs to," said Munich customs spokesman Thomas Meister. "We've had contact with lots of people but none of them was an authorised representative."

Meister said the cost of care, food and vet visits at the Munich shelter amounted to several thousand euros.

This article was very interesting and useful to me. I learned how there live foreign stars and what interests at them, occupations and what they are people. As for Justin Bieber not all about him well respond, I don't listen to his songs therefore I can't judge it.

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Readers recommend: songs about magazines.

The headline of the article is «Readers recommend: songs about magazines». The article was published by Adam Boult. The article is dated the 16th of May 2013.

The main idea of the article to inform us about how to help us put together a playlist of songs about all things glossy, stapled and foldable. The magazine: glossier cousin of the newspaper. Like an iPad you can read in the bath. From People to People's Friend, Woman's Weekly to Men's Health, you can find a magazine for every mood – but do they feature in any songs?

Post your suggestions for the best songs about magazines before midday on Monday and we'll assemble the ones we like best in a playlist for next week.

Now days there are many songs bad and good. Each person likes that is closer to him to heart, any certain state of mind can.

But I never heard about songs about magazines. It would be very desirable to listen...

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Who are the nicest people in pop?

The headline of the article is «Who are the nicest people in pop?». The article was published by Adam Boult. The article is dated the 16^th of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform us about your pleasant meetings with stars from the world of music. Yesterday's blog on unsocial, unpleasant and rude pop stars – yielded some great stories from readers.

However, we've had enough of all this negativity now. We want to hear about musicians who have been exemplars of decency. Have you had any run-ins with surprisingly nice pop stars? Here's a few shared with us by

@guardianmusic followers on Twitter:

@shbib Waiting at the venue for a Revenge gig we were approached by legendary Bass Viking Peter Hook. 'Alright lads?' he smiled.

@AllanNersessian On a flight to Yugoslavia saw Cliff Richard few rows in front. Asked for an autograph, bodyguard said no, Cliff said yes

@loverproof I handed George Michael his snazzy headphones back after he left them on a flight and he told me to keep them. Whaddaguy.

@JLucas86 I wrote an article about Abs from Five and his amazing hat on The Big Reunion. He read it and sent me the hat in the post.

@caseewilson Skunk Anansie all signed a poster for my 21st birthday at a gig in Manchester. Skin even drew a cake :) Made my night!

I think that our many stars, it is very good people. But I can't precisely claim because much to my regret I had no meeting with anybody from our and foreign stars.

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          Big Reunion and The Voice prove one thing: it's nofun being an ex-pop star

The headline of the article is “Big Reunion and The Voice prove one thing: it's no fun being an ex-pop star.” The article was published by Marc Burrows. The article is dated the 16 ^th of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform us why does anyone want to be a pop star? The solo career of a former boyband member, a guy with an exceptional singing voice and not a brain cell in his head. He was well into his 20s, and he'd been famous since he was 16, though his career had flagged after his first attempt at a solo career was met with indifference. By this time he was making PAs in regional nightclubs for £200 a night, and he'd often have to beg his management for £50 or £100 loans for train tickets. An adolescence spent getting off stools on cue and being told he was brilliant had left him woefully unprepared for the real world and he was incapable of anything as organised as booking his travel in advance. After a hard promo campaign, his comeback withered away – his album stayed in the vaults and he was dropped.

Meanwhile, The Big Reunion arena tour has been grinding its way across the country, showcasing reunited second-tier pop bands from the late 90s and early 2000s. Higgins and all of the Big Reunion acts – boybands 5ive, Blue and 911 and girlbands B*witched, Atomic Kitten and Honeyz – have two things in common: despite their stardom, none made music that was much cop, and each band had faltered and fallen apart after their audience abandoned them. The recent Big Reunion TV show, from which the tour sprang, brought us tears, bitter rivalries and unresolved issues – in each case the band had gone through a gruelling schedule, under enormous pressure, and then been dropped like a stone by a mercenary industry that valued them only as much as their last hit. It doesn't sound like much fun once the sales dried up.

Overworked and underpaid, under massive pressure with little hope of longevity, and facing a humiliating chase after the spotlight, with only the hope of the reality TV buck to follow: that's the life of the faded pop star. Cleo Higgins might be prepping for the next phase of The Voice under Will.i.am's supervision, and the Big Reunion tour is already booking ahead for Christmas – but it's hard to see why any of its participants are so keen to get back on the stage.

I think that many people want to become stars because now it is very fashionable and prestigious. If you have popularity, you have a lot of money.

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Part 4

The Bad Death of Eduard Delacroix

When the narrator walked back up the path twenty minutes later, he would go up to the solarium and write about the execution of Eduard Delacroix. So his thoughts, like a river that takes an oxbow turn, finally led back to where they had been when Delacroix had been throwing the colored spool he had - the one Mr. Jingles would fetch - and it bounced out of the cell and into the corridor. That was all it took; Percy saw his chance. Just as Mr. Jingles reached the spool - too intent on it to realize his old enemy was at hand - Percy brought the sole of one hard black workshoe down on him. Delacroix screamed with horror and grief. The next day was the thickest yet, and the last of our strange October heat. Everything went just fine to begin with. Del had spent a quiet day in his cell, sometimes playing with Mr. Jingles but mostly just lying on his bunk and petting him. At eleven-thirty, the narrator approached Delacroix's cell with Brutal and Dean walking slightly behind me. Del was sitting on his bunk, with Mr. Jingles in his lap. Brutal and the narrator reached automatically for Delacroix's elbows as he stepped up onto the platform. Percy stepped grandly around to the front of the electric chair. Taking the sponge from the bucket and putting it in the cap was the next, and it was here that Percy diverged from the routine for the first time: instead of just bending over and fishing the sponge out, he took the steel cap from the back of the chair, and bent over with it in his hands. Instead of bringing the sponge to the cap, in other words - which would have been the natural way to do it - he brought the cap to the sponge. It wasn't the look of poison triumph on Percy Wetmore's face as he stepped away from the capped, clamped, and hooded figure sitting there in Old Sparky; it was what the narrator should have seen and didn't. There was no water running down Del's cheeks from out of the cap. That was when the narrator finally got it. He looked over at Brutal in an agony that made my urinary infection seem like a bumped finger. The sponge is dry! The mask burst into flame on Delacroix's face. The smell of cooking hair and sponge was now joined by the smell of cooking flesh. The narrator wiped at the foam on Delacroix's chest, then had to gag back vomit as a large, hot section of his skin simply slid away from the flesh beneath.

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Part 3

Coffey's Hands

Looking back through what the narrator has written, he sees that he called Georgia Pines, where he now lives, a nursing home. According to the brochures they keep in the lobby and send out to prospective clients, it’s a "State-of-the-art retirement complex for the elderly." Except for shouting once at Delacroix, Percy kept his mouth shut once the excitement was over. This was probably the result of shock rather than any effort at tact. The narrator went down the Mile and glanced into Coffey's cell, half-expecting to discover he'd committed suicide in one of the two common Death Row ways either hanging himself with his pants, or gnawing into his wrists. No such thing, it turned out. John Coffey said that the narrator have to come in. The narrator had his keys off his belt and he was hunting through them for the ones that opened John Coffey's cell. The narrator went into Coffey's cell. He sat down there next to him, and he put his arm around his shoulders. He sighed like a man will when he's faced with a job he doesn't much want to do, and then he put his hand down in the narrator’s crotch, on that shelf of bone a foot or so below the navel. The narrator was aware that his fingers were hooked down into claws on thin air, and that his feet were drumming on the floor of Coffey's cell. Then it was over. He hitched under the narrator’s hand, then made an unpleasant gagging, retching sound. His mouth opened the way horses sometimes open their mouths to allow the bit - reluctantly, with the lips peeling back from the teeth in a kind of desperate sneer. Then his teeth parted, too, and he exhaled a cloud of tiny black insects that looked like gnats or noseeums. They swirled furiously between his knees, turned white, and disappeared.

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John Grisham to publish A Time to Kill sequel.

The title of the article is John Grisham to publish A Time to Kill sequel.  The article was printed by Press Alison Flood. The article is dated the 2nd of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform about that Twenty-five years after he made his first appearance, Jake Brigance, the young lawyer defending a black father who has killed his daughter's rapists in John Grisham's debut novel A Time to Kill, is set to return to the literary arena later this year. Grisham and his publisher Knopf Doubleday announced that the bestselling legal-thriller author was writing a follow-up to 1988's A Time to Kill, in which Brigance will "fight … the good fight once again". Sycamore Row, out this autumn, will see Brigance forced to "fight for justice in a trial that could tear the small town of Clanton apart", said Knopf, promising that "the suspense never rests" in this latest outing from Grisham.

Clanton was also the setting for A Time to Kill, in which Brigance defended Carl Lee Hailey, on trial for murder after gunning down his daughter's white rapists. The novel was written after Grisham – then a lawyer who had been elected to the state House of Representatives – overheard the testimony of a 12-year-old rape victim; he was inspired to explore what would have happened if her father had murdered her attackers. Grisham wrote the book in three years, getting up at 5am to work on it before he started his day job. He received a host of rejections from publishers, but the novel was eventually acquired by Wynwood Press, with 5,000 copies printed in 1988.

It was Grisham's second novel, The Firm, that made his name and allowed him to turn his hobby into a career: it became the bestselling novel of 1991, with the author's continuing success eventually prompting the reissue of A Time to Kill, which quickly became a hit. The debut went on to be adapted for film, starring Matthew McConaughey as Brigance.

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Hugh Laurie: 'There's a sensual pleasure involved in making music that I just can't get from acting'.

The title of the article is Hugh Laurie: 'There's a sensual pleasure involved in making music that I just can't get from acting'.

 The article was printed by Alexis Petridis. The article is dated the 5 th of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform about that his role in House made him the highest-paid actor ever in a TV drama, but with a new album out this week Laurie is keen to follow his real love and About an hour into my encounter with Hugh Laurie, in a suite at the Dorchester in London, he starts protesting at length about how boring his answers to my questions are. He had been talking – rather interestingly – about his theory that television, rather than film, was the medium through which the US "not just projects its image of itself to the world, but actually decides what its image is. It's America's way of conversing with itself about what it believes to be important."

He has just finished telling me that he doesn't think British TV is as interested in expressing grand ideas about identity and purpose – "I think that's a bit highfalutin for us" – when he suddenly brings himself up short. This is all so boring that he is boring himself, he says. He gestures towards the iPhone on which I'm recording the interview. "If I get any duller," he sighs, "I think your phone might actually go: 'Fuck it, I'm not recording this. Really this application is designed to record things of value. I mean, the assumption was you weren't just going to record a man scratching his arise. Because if that's what you're going to do, I'm quitting. Scramble. Escape."

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Justin Timberlake to play legendary record company boss Neil Bogart in biopic.

The title of the article is Justin Timberlake to play legendary record company boss Neil Bogart in biopic

. The article was printed by Andrew Pulver. The article is dated the 3 th of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform about Justin Timberlake will play the lead in a biopic of disco-era record company executive Neil Bogart, who died in 1982 aged 39, it was announced today.

The long-planned project is titled Spinning Gold and Timberlake, who is also taking a producer role, will be promoting the film at the forthcoming Cannes film festival, which he will be attending as a cast member of the Coen brothers' Inside Llewyn Davis. No director has yet been attached, but Bogart's son Timothy Scott Bogart is writing the script.

Born in 1943 in Brooklyn, Bogart initially had hopes of a career as a singer, before becoming an energetic promoter of "bubblegum" pop in the late 60s as an executive for Cameo-Parkway and Buddha Records. He set up his own label, Casablanca, and proved an astute exploiter of music trends, signing first Kiss and later R&B and disco acts such Bill Withers, Donna Summer and the Village People. he was also renowned for his hard-partying lifestyle and love of excess.

In a statement, Timothy Scott Bogart said: "For over 30 years, my father's story has been the source of intense fascination ... The wait to finally tell the story had always been about partnering with the right person to play him – and the wait ended the first time Justin and I ever met."

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Keira Knightley marries boyfriend in south of France

The title of the article is Keira Knightley marries boyfriend in south of France. The article was printed by Press Association. The article is dated the 4th of May 2013. The main idea of the article to inform about film star Keira Knightley married musician boyfriend James Righton in a small town-hall ceremony in the south of France on Saturday, with just a handful of friends and relatives present.

Knightley, 28, wore a short, strapless off-white dress said to be by Chanel. Her new husband, the keyboardist in indie rock band Klaxons, wore a dark blue suit for the occasion.

Both accessorised with sunglasses, while Knightley also had a garland of flowers around her head.

A reception is believed to have taken place at a nearby estate owned by Knightley's mother, Sharman Macdonald, a Scottish playright and screenwriter, with guests reported to include Sienna Miller and designer Karl Lagerfeld.

Knightley started acting at the age of six and is well-known for her appearances in films including Bend it Like Beckham and Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl.

Review 3

Method 2004

Rebecca Fairbanks is a movie star, a method actress making her first film in three years following a breakup with Jake Fields, her co-star in the new film. They're on location in Romania, Jake's new wife is with him, and Rebecca's stage mother, Mona, is close by monitoring Beka's every move. The film they're making is about a mass murderer in Indiana in the early twentieth century, who lured men to her farmhouse with a promise of marriage. Jake plays the widow's farmhand, lover, and partner in crime. As Rebecca gets deeper into her part, people around the set start to die. Who's the murderer? Is there a madness to her method?

Writers:

 Katie L. Fetting (screenplay), Duncan Roy (story)

Stars:

 Elizabeth Hurley, Jeremy Sisto, Oliver Tobias

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Part 2

"The Mouse on the Mile"

The nursing home where the narrator crossing his last bunch of t's and dotting my last mess of i's is called Georgia Pines. Looking over what the narrator have written so far, it occurs to him that he remember everything that happened back in '32; it's the order of events that sometimes gets confused in his head. John Coffey came to E Block and the Green Mile in October of that year, condemned for the murder of the nine-year-old Detterick twins. William "Wild Bill" Wharton came after Coffey; Delacroix came before. So did the mouse, the one Brutus Howell - Brutal, to his friends - called Steamboat Willy and Delacroix ended up calling Mr. Jingles. That goddam mouse. Delacroix loved it, but Percy Wetmore sure didn't. Percy hated it from the first. The mouse came back just about three days after Percy had chased it down the Green Mile that first time. The mouse came up the Green Mile just as it had before, hopping along, then stopping and seeming to check the empty cells. After a bit of that it would hop on, undiscouraged, as if it had known all along it would be a long search, and it was up to that. The mouse stopped where it had before, no more than three feet from the duty desk, looking up at Dean like a prisoner before the bar. It glanced up at Bill for a moment, then switched its attention back to Dean. Percy it hardly seemed to notice at all. Dean broke off a piece of Ritz cracker and dropped it in front of the mouse. It just looked with its sharp black eyes at the orangey fragment for a second or two, its filament-fine whiskers twitching as it sniffed. Then it reached out, took the cracker in its paws, sat up, and began to eat, but before it had done more than take a preliminary nibble or two, Percy threw his baton at it, launching it like a spear. The narrator get to the end of Mr. Jingles's story in good time.

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 The Green Mile

Part 1

"The Two Dead Girls"

This happened in 1932, when the state penitentiary was still at Cold Mountain. And the electric chair was there, too, of course. 1932 was the year of John Coffey, sentenced to death for the rape-murder of the Detterick twins. John Coffey was black, like most of men who came to stay for awhile in E Block before dying in Old Sparky’s lap, and he stood six feet, eight inches tall. The narrator looked up and down mostly to register his height as a fact and not an optical illusion. King Cotton had been deposed in the South seventy years. There were no more cotton plantations, but there were forty or fifty prosperous cotton farms in the southern part of the state. Klaus Detterick owned one of them. He and his wife had three children: Howard, who was twelve or thereabouts, and the twin girls, Cora and Kathe. On a warm night in June of that year, the girls asked for and were given permission to sleep on the screen-enclosed side porch, which ran the length of the house. This was a great treat for them. Their mother kissed them goodnight just shy of nine, when the last light had gone out of the sky. It was the final time she saw either of them until they were in their coffins and the undertaker had repaired the worst of the damage. Marjorie went out onto the porch, screamed for Klaus. What he found on the porch would have jellied the legs of the most courageous parent. The blankets in which the girls would have bundled themselves as the night drew on and grew colder had been cast into one comer. The screen door had been yanked off its upper hinge and hung drunkenly out into the dooryard. 18. And on the boards of both the porch and the steps beyond the mutilated screen door, there were spatters of blood. They saw it that day, Sitting on the riverbank in a faded, bloodstained jumper was the biggest man any of them had ever seen - John Coffey.