Rango (review)

How can it be that a kiddie movie is wiser and funnier and more relevant than the Coens Brothers’ True Grit? This is, in fact, what a Coens’ animated flick might look like and sound like, if they got an assist from Terry Giliam: this is a deeply weird and deeply demented movie, and thrillingly so.

question of the day: Are today’s kids watching old movies?

I do know, from the one teenager I’ve had regular contact with in recent years, that she, at least, eagerly listens to and loves pop music from as far back as the 1950s (she adores Patsy Cline, for one). iTunes and downloadable music in general has made this music much more readily accessible — and easier to sample — than was once true. But is the same true of old movies?