Wine blogger strikes gold with untucked shirts

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The change began when he answered a demand among regular guys for shirts that can be worn with the tails flapping freely over the pants — a look that has become almost universal for the men of the Red Bull generation.

In doing so, Riccobono — along with his partner, Aaron Sanandres — might have created the most gloriously literally named clothing company in the history of haberdashery.

Untuckit seemingly was an idea so obvious that no high-paid marketing genius had bothered to think of it. And fashion insiders sneered when Riccobono and Sanandres conceived the company in 2010.

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putting us in the middle of the action — on land, on sea and in the air.

Nolan puts us on the beach with the young men as bombs and sand shower down, and he gives us a bird’s-eye view from the cockpit of Spitfires dogfighting in the sky. We’re planted on a deserted village street with a group of British soldiers tiptoeing amidst a snowfall of Nazi propaganda fliers. The booming gunshots reverberate through your bones.

Nolan and cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema have crafted a film that places us in a heightened reality, shooting with IMAX cameras on large format film stock. Everything about “Dunkirk” is bigger and more real in images that are equally breathtaking in both their beauty and their terror.

Nolan mostly eschewed computer special effects, striving for as authentic a representation as possible, even strapping IMAX cameras to vintage planes to capture the soaring, vertiginous shots over the open sea.

The film consists of three storylines: “1. The Mole: One Week,” which takes place on the beach in Dunkirk; “2. The Sea: One Day,” following the small boats from England; and “3. The Air: One Hour,” the story of a pair of Royal Air Force pilots.

Nolan intercuts among these events until they all become inextricably intertwined together.

In the script, he has done away with exposition. The story is all that happens there, and we become emotionally bonded to these characters in just witnessing their fight for survival. On the beach, we follow a young soldier, played by Fionn Whitehead in his first feature film, in a nearly wordless performance, through an unspeakably harrowing survival tale — from the streets of Dunkirk to the belly of a destroyer and through the oil-soaked, fiery sea.

The dramatic scope never wavers from the individual, interpersonal level, although the enormity of the task at hand is never far from mind. Aboard a pleasure yacht en route to Dunkirk, a civilian (Mark Rylance) and his son (Tom Glynn-Carney) and friend (Barry Keoghan) spar with a shell-shocked soldier (Cillian Murphy) they’ve fished out of the sea, who refuses to return to France.

On the mole, Navy Cmdr. Bolton (Kenneth Branagh) quietly makes the toughest decisions. In the sky, RAF pilots Farrier (Tom Hardy) and Collins (Jack Lowden) are all that stands between the defenseless soldiers on the beach and German bombs.

Hans Zimmer has composed a score that whines and vibrates with high anxiety. A constant “ticktick-tick” reminds us of the imminent threat that grows with each passing moment, each bomb and torpedo and bullet. But it’s almost scarier when the ticking clock stops.

Nolan almost never lets up the intensity in the remarkable “Dunkirk,” an instant war classic that finds its power in individual tales of heroism and renders them larger than life.