This is
kind of a minor miracle, given the well - publicized woes of the critical world, and even though I'm way below the poverty line and living more - or-less subsistence level, I'm perfectly happy to have made it so far.
On a cold, snowy / slushy Saturday lunchtime, Arsenal laboured to a 2 - 0 victory that will have hardly inspired any of us to think that
some kind of minor miracle will take place between now and May.
I am not writing Arsenal out of the race for the Premier League title this season just yet, well not completely anyhow but I reckon it would take
some kind of minor miracle for it to be Arsene Wenger and the Gunners who lifted the EPL trophy next May.
Not exact matches
This
kind of filmmaking is painfully rare in America, and it's something
of a
minor miracle that McCarthy was able to fool investors into funding this movie; happily it's good enough and, frankly, winning enough that audiences will likely take to it and return the favor.
The strong central friendship between Frances and her best friend Sophie (Mickey Sumner) keeps a center
of emotional truth that the movie can revolve around; Frances gets to be flighty, sure, but also principled and wounded and talented (it's a
minor miracle that her chosen career
of modern dance is not only not ridiculed but ultimately allowed to help tell Frances's story) and
kind and fun and funny.