Sentences with phrase «surprisingly fresh take»

This is why The New Order is a surprisingly fresh take on a series that didn't really need to be revived to begin with.

Warlords is a surprisingly fresh take on the brick breaking genre, with a pleasantly charming visual style, and a lot of personality.

The film has a surprisingly fresh take on this type of covert ops government - led action thriller.

Despite this, the film works well as a fun and surprisingly fresh take on a cat and mouse thriller.

Not exact matches

The great thing about beige, tan and other neutral tones is that they are surprisingly versatile and when paired together are a fresh take on monochrome.

«Dr. Richard DuFour's In Praise of American Educators takes a surprisingly fresh approach to the traditional education blame game by spending the first four to five chapters talking about what schools and namely schoolteachers are doing right in America's public education system.

Offering a spirited and stylish hotel experience at a surprisingly affordable price, the forward thinking brand offers a fresh take on traditional hospitality with playful communal spaces and inventive programming.

I am really impressed with One Piece: Pirate Warriors 3, it's a huge nod to the anime, a very solid and well polished title, massively enjoyable and replayable, and while it's not a gigantic leap from their other titles, it's surprisingly very fresh and has its own unique take in the Omega Force lineup.

I will never grow tired of taking out hundreds of enemies at a time, the combo counts reaching insane numbers, and with an array of themed attacks for every character it stays surprisingly fresh.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.