10:08. Paul Ryan laughed when Trump dismissed the imminence of “trivial” battles, the Democratic side of the House walked out one nanosecond after Trump said “Thank you,” and Jason Chaffetz said “It’s an honor” as he begged Trump to shake his hand. A few minutes earlier, he used Ryan Owens’ widow as a prop toContinue reading “There is only Trump: Joint session #1”
Although based on Stendhal, the spirit of new cinema animates Before the Revolution: Bernardo Bertolucci’s 1964 film is about and for les soixante-dix-huitièmes, who, besotted with Godard and the New Wave, experimented with a radicalism that led to the pandemic of student protest four years hence.
The drama isn’t how many awards La La Land wins — it’s how long I can stay awake. I got coffee and a decent Australian shiraz — let’s do this.
Like Andrew Garfield, I was in the trenches, hair intact! Let’s do this.
Lookit all the “indie”! If the term means anything — my friend Inskeep insists it does — it’s a marker, a fading lodestar. “High Ticket Attractions” sounds as megabucks as the Rascal Flatts and Gaga below it. As for the res, I used “Issues” as the peg on which to hang a rather curt dismissalContinue reading “Singles 2/24”
It’s a testament to how well Talking Heads sold Robert Rauschenberg, two bassists, Fela Kuti, Jonathan Demme, big suits, loving the heartland, and condescending to the heartland that by the time I became a fan in the era of David Byrne’s Rei Momo and 1992’s double disc Sand in the Vaseline listeners treated them likeContinue reading “Everybody, get in line! The best of Talking Heads”
Here’s to one of the most consistent record makers of the last fifteen years. As I wrote in 2011, “Britney Spears is the polymorphic essence of every disco dolly who’s so post-feminist/post-sexual/post-woman that to wonder whether she’s used or being used by the purported objects of lust she’s dancing/fucking is beside the point.” Her recombinantContinue reading “Miss bad media karma: The best of Britney Spears”
Furious at truthful coverage, the White House barred the NYT, CNN, L.A. Times, Buzzfeed, and Politico from a press briefing. Along with the three traditional networks and The Wall Street Journal, Bloomberg, and Fox News, the three others media outlets allowed are — wait for it — Breitbart News, the One America News Network andContinue reading “What the press briefing ban means”
The Daughter begins with a duck and ends as as bomb. This adaptation of Henrik Ibsen’s theater warhorse The Wild Ducks looks promising: modern Australian setting, international casting. But accepting American Paul Schneider as Sam Neill’s son is only one of the challenges that writer-director Simon Stone can’t deal with. Its running time doesn’t allowContinue reading “Australian adaptation of ‘The Wild Ducks’ doesn’t take flight”
By no means exhaustive, this post compiles the tracks on a private Spotify playlist. One of the many reasons why Todd Burns should be remembered alongside Jackson and Jefferson is running a magazine called Stylus that a decade ago ran a week’s worth of pieces on Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis as part of inductingContinue reading “Be good to me: The best of Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis”
Hands up if you’re surprised that freshly confirmed EPA chief Scott Pruitt had the Koch brothers in essence write his energy policy as attorney general of Oklahoma: The emails show that his office corresponded with those companies in efforts to weaken federal environmental regulations — the same rules he will now oversee. “Please findContinue reading “‘Thank you to your respective bosses’”
Ground zero for the most heterosexual subgenre in rock, Big Star still sound great because Alex Chilton and Chris Bell didn’t sound like men. With their whinnying harmonies and cracked leads, they were perfect glam era heroes if they’d ever had a chance to succeed — hell, even Lou Reed eked out a gold recordContinue reading “I want to white out: the best of Big Star and Chris Bell”