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							  Running a restaurant that offers essentially one product is a high-wire act: it can be breathtaking, but you're working without a net, and if you falter . . . Food nerds like me root heartily for such places, having endured too many restaurants with long menus and no memorable dishes.
							  At the risk of spoilers, let me just say that in his second film, Duncan Jones repeats horizontally what he accomplished vertically in his terrific 2009 debut,  Moon . Or maybe vice versa.
							  The director of 300 and Watchmen has plenty of visual panache, but when it comes to storytelling, he's a bombastic hack.
							  When young Dalton (Ty Simpkins) mysteriously falls into a coma, a doctor tells his parents Renai (Rose Byrne) and Josh (Patrick Wilson) that he's "never seen anything like it."
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							  The Rialto intersects Wall Street in Theatre for a New Audience's steely, droll, and deeply disquieting The Merchant of Venice (presented by ArtsEmerson at the Cutler Majestic Theatre through April 10).
							  Two hours after listening to a talking ape named Rupert Cornelius swat down inane inquiries from a panel of probable drama-club alumni, I watched a guy shove a needle through his face.
							  That the nation is apprehensive and ambivalent about President Barack Obama's military intervention in Libya is natural, even healthy.
							  Of all the rabid regionalists whom I fear encountering in a dark alley, it's the poutine people I dread the most. Cornered, you swear on a squeaky curd never to confuse the exalted junk food with disco fries, and the last words you hear before it all goes dark are, "When I was in Montreal . . .
							  Feel like a doormat for politicians and policymakers? Put away your Moleskine, stop ranting with friends at the bar, and start to use enraging news stories as fuel for action.
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