Lost in The Flood frequently appears on “best-of” lists by Springsteen fans, probably because it presages the clichéd cinematic imagery of Jungleland; that song is saved by magnificent musicianship. Unfortunately, in 1972 Springsteen wasn’t yet working with collaborators who could muscle out his grandiose visions.
Month: August 2015
Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp reunites the entire cast of the original and ups the ante with a host of A-list guests, all willing to play on Showalter and Wain’s sweet slacker wavelength.
Show Me a Hero arrives at a time when political leadership in the U.S. is increasingly extreme, less pragmatic, in platform and practice. Also, race relations in our country are not good. It was easy for most to believe they weren’t racist when groups like the Ku Klux Klan provided convenient figureheads. We’ve only begun to understand that institutional racism is the part of the iceberg underneath the water, vast and intractable.
All acting is mimicry – the trappings of speech and bearing are elemental building blocks for a performer. What’s intriguing about The Trip is that Coogan and Brydon are also mimicking themselves, even as they mimic others.
Scene: An abandoned street, replete with broken windows and graffiti-covered walls. Empty bottles and drug paraphernalia litter the pavement. A streetlight flickers. The camera settles on a dented trashcan, toppled over, garbage spilling onto the sidewalk. We hear footsteps approaching, and see two spiky-haired silhouettes enter the frame.
Rest in peace, my brother. You’ve earned it. Respect.
I’m the furthest thing from a single-issue voter you’ll find. I’m all about the greater good and pragmatism. But hear this, clown car: If you promise to defund Planned Parenthood, you’re disqualified from leadership in my book.
It was a grin-filled, charming evening, borne effortlessly on the singing, dancing, wisecracking shoulders of Megan Breit and Eddie Rose. Breit and Rose were born decades after the golden age of screwball comedy, but it must be in their genes, or maybe they were inhabited by some kind of theatrical spirit. Nice work, indeed.
These are not necessarily the “best” movies; I recently realized I tend to watch these on a seasonal basis – they feel most right and comfortable at certain times of year. In many cases, my impressions intermingle with my recollections of first watching the films.
We have expectations for what food should be that go way beyond nutrition. We want an experience. When I describe Soylent to friends, they invariably ask, “But don’t you miss food?” I wondered if I would, so in May I decided to eat almost nothing but Soylent for the entire month.
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