I got the Sabera CD yesterday and I've played it almost a dozen times! It's phenomenal! Sting's new song, and Elton John and Pavarotti's duet, Placido Domingo's "Himno Real Madrid," Ricky Martin's East Indian Rock (don't know what else to call it -- it really rocks!), Noa's "Ave Maria," Antonio Banderas' "Imagine" -- even Alanis Morrisette (who I normally don't like) -- they are great! And Hans Zimmer's flamenco arrangement of "The Theme from The Gladiator" is brilliant!
This is a great CD! By ordering it, you help a very worthy cause as well.
When I first picked up David West Reynolds' APOLLO: The Epic Journey To The Moon, the first thing I did was turn to the index to seek out "Disney, Walt" and "von Braun, Wernher," two names that greatly influenced my childhood (had "Rogers, Roy" been a space cowboy, I'd've looked him up too). Déjà vu: I was instantly taken back to the past looking toward the future with a 10-year-old's wide-eyed awe and wonderment. That's what this amazing book instills in the reader: that same sort of wonder and expectation, as if the Apollo missions were about to lift off tomorrow, yet providing a jolt to the memory that causes you to gasp, "Omigod, I remember that!"
I always wanted to see this film. In fact, I found an old paperback novel of the movie and enjoyed that but somehow this was the movie that got away from me. I wish it did! It has such a loooooooooooong build-up before it gets semi-interesting. The heist is fun, the lead actors are too-cool (for 1960), it was great to see a very young Shirley MacLaine in an unbilled cameo, and the surprise ending is great, but the dialogue and the pacing are awful. And the excuse for musical numbers is so false and stupid -- it was fine to have Dean Martin as a nightclub entertainer -- but Sammy Davis Jr. singing and dancing at the sanitation depot, and behind the wheel of the garbage truck WITH FULL… Read more
