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Continue reading →: The best movie of 2009
The greatest thing about Laurent Cantet’s The Class is the way in which its long, unmediated exchanges between teacher and students play like the most delicate international diplomacy — which, considering the state of modern, multiracial France, it probably is.
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Continue reading →: Pill – Trap Goin’ Ham
This practically indecipherable single about unhealthy food is my single of the week.
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Continue reading →: This is the end of the faith
Having heard six minutes of Smog’s music, I listened to Bill Callahan’s Sometimes I Wish I Was An Eagle with virgin ears. His croak of a voice is surprisingly nimble: wry, laconic, even self-deprecating (despite that eye-opener of an album title). It allows him to play a character in one…
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Continue reading →: For the Nixon Files
Always on the lookout for anecdotes about our thirty-seventh president, I chuckled over this one recorded by Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. in his (huge) journal: Richard M. Nixon approaching Bill vanden Heuvel and RFK widow Ethel Kennedy while they lunched at Le Cirque: Obviously intending to tell Ethel how well she…
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Olivia de Havilland lives! The ninety-two year-old two-time Oscar winner talks to The Independent about Meryl Streep (“I would watch anything with Meryl Streep in it”), Erroll Flynn (they were never lovers, she insists), and writing her autobiography. What she won’t discuss: her decades-long rift with sister Joan Fontaine.
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Continue reading →: Singles!
Single of the week: Method Man & Redman ft. Erick Sermon‘s casually amorous “Ms. International.” The rest: Sub Focus, Jay-Z ft. Rihanna and Kanye West, OneRepublic ft. Sara Bareilles, Johnny Marr’s latest example of indentured servitude The Cribs, Kate Miller-Heidke, Vitalic, the latest pretty good graduate of the Disney School…
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Continue reading →: Bombs over Baghdad
I can’t imagine The Hurt Locker without Jeremy Renner. Almost handsome, walking with an earned swagger, he projects a masculinity that’s ingratiating if you don’t get too close. Like Glenn Ford in The Big Heat and Viggo Mortenson in A History of Violence, his character is so confident that he…
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Continue reading →: I give up: John Hughes, RIP
What can I say about John Hughes that hasn’t been already? His funniest script was National Lampoon’s Vacation (I haven’t seen Planes, Trains, and Automobiles in years). The Molly Ringwald Trilogy meant nothing to me growing up (I was a Heathers guy, but it isn’t much better; it’s a mirror-image…
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Continue reading →: “Aubade”
A couple of unexpected deaths today. Will come back later. Until now: I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer…
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Continue reading →: Better late than never…
Former Solicitor General Ted Olson keeps raising my eyebrows. A few months after agreeing to file a lawsuit in federal court with Democratic paladin David Boies on behalf of gay Californian couples, he sat down for this interview with the L.A. Times. Olson, who argued Bush v. Gore before the…
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Continue reading →: “She may look glorious, but she’s certainly underdressed!”
As the most sober of the screwball heroines, Irene Dunne’s never gotten her due. Most fans of the genre love The Awful Truth, and, on the other extreme, TCM and AMC show the starchy Life with Father often, but the rest of her work is comparatively neglected. 1936’s Theodora Goes…