Mansfield Park (review)
There’s a term for characters like Fanny Price: Mary Sue. And it’s not a particularly nice term.
There’s a term for characters like Fanny Price: Mary Sue. And it’s not a particularly nice term.
Kids are kids the world over: it sounds so obvious, even banal, to simply say it, but seeing the compelling and haunting — and rousing — evidence that that is true even for kids in the worst possible circumstances is a sharp reminder that we all share more than we don’t.
I will confess upfront that I have never seen a *Rambo* movie before — yes, there are serious gaps in my film education. I’m sorry. But I was with this new incarnation for a goodly while…
The original working title of this flick was *Streaming Evil,* which has precisely the right amount of built-in schlock for the tedious bit of horror exploitation this is.
Oh, it’s completely implausible, sure, but rather enticing as well: could three low-level employees at a Federal Reserve bank really walk out the front door with wads of bills that had been destined to be shredded?
These kids today, with their funky step dancing and their vibrant street culture and their desperate attempts to raise tuition for private school. Where did we go wrong with them?
A six-hour documentary about one New York woman’s sex life and associated neuroses? Is it *Seinfeld* on estrogen? Well, yeah, maybe, if *Seinfeld* had dared to be about something.
Herewith the latest example of whalebone-corseted conformity masquerading as a postfeminist statement on modern independent womanhood.
TED stands for ‘Technology, Entertainment, Design,’ and it is an annual, invitation-only gathering of the brightest and most creative minds on the planet, a kind of live WIRED meeting of the people who are shaping the future for all of us.
There was an era, which ended not too long ago, when New York’s Times Square was a vibrant public arena populated by corner preachers, independent shop owners, and a Cracker Jack assortment of colorful and outspoken street people….