While the score for Courtney Love’s would-be comeback sounds about right, I can’t stop playing it. I’m a sucker for the way Love inhabits a song so thoroughly that she can at the same time step back and delight in the audacity of her performance. “I Need a Dollar” was the other striking song, mostContinue reading “Singles 4/21-4/29”
If Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law had agreed to star in a Sherlock Holmes movie in which they sat over a fine meal and good wine, debating the subtleties of detective work and numerology as if they were André Gregory and Wallace Shawn in My Dinner With André, Guy Ritchie would still have mauledContinue reading “Shercrock.”
I like Laura Bush. Blame my attraction to self-possessed middle-aged women. Her fashion sense, skin tone, modesty, obvious intelligence, and gravelly tones (which sound as if they’ve been roughened by brandy and lots of cursin’) — all pluses. It’s no intellectual exercise for me to consider her the best First Lady of the last fortyContinue reading “Portrait of a Bush: Laura Bush’s memoirs”
Hearing “Bring’em Out” this afternoon for the first time since 2008, I can’t wait until the inevitable T.I. compilation.
A new translation of Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex which, yes, remains unloved, unread, and unfashionable. You’ll have an easier time of it if you treat it as a novel whose narrative voice switches from colorless to unforced empathy depending on whether it’s dealing with recitations of essential facts or the psychosexual maturation ofContinue reading
I wax and wane on the LCD Soundsystem single. After eight years of discussion I don’t want to hear about them anymore. In a more ecumenical state of mind I would have forgiven James Murphy’s tics as examples of how he’s “deepening” his songcraft. All songs ranked on a ten-point scale. Pill – Hear SomebodyContinue reading “4/21 Singles!”
It took thirty minutes of watching 35 Shots of Rum to figure out that Lionel (Alex Descas) is Josephine’s (Mati Diop) father, not her lover. In the manner of the Taiwanese cinema with which she shares stylistic affinities, Claire Denis places considerable demands on the audience’s patience. What links her work with recent films byContinue reading “35 Shots of Rum: Shot of Love”
Glenn Greenwald makes the case for nominating Diane Wood.
Before I knew how Robert Christgau felt (“As public figures and maybe as people, these imperialist wimps are the most deplorable pop stars of the postpunk if not post-Presley era”), I knew how their bass lines and gauche synthesizers felt: slimy, delicious around the edges, lacking nutritive qualities. I’ve said repeatedly that my parents didn’tContinue reading “Unspooled: Don’t monkey with my business”
Real progress of a sort.