question of the day: Does a movie have to be *about* anything?
Of course, even movies that aren’t about anything are still sort of about something. But is a silly story enough, if it’s done right?
Of course, even movies that aren’t about anything are still sort of about something. But is a silly story enough, if it’s done right?
Jon Cryer got a star on the Walk of Fame in Hollywood yesterday. I’ve got nothing against the guy, but I thought: How quaint! Walk of Fame? So 1950s.
The Emmy Awards for excellence in American television were handed out last night, and one of the biggest winners wasn’t American at all: Downton Abbey…
You’ve heard, I’m sure, about the Mindset List that Beloit College in Wisconsin distributes every year to clue in its professors about the assumptions and prejudices of the incoming freshmen for the new academic year…
Tim Walker at The Independent made me cry yesterday, for reminding me how the movies of my childhood made me fall in love with movies, and for suggesting that such movies may never come again…
Do they make us feel better about ourselves? Is it just plain and simple purience? Do fans feel “entitled” to see a celeb naked after being teased with legit, posed, nearly naked images of the same celeb over and over again? Something else?
Of course, we have no power to ban anyone, and we’re not even calling for anyone to actually be banned. We’re just daydreaming about those people we’d like to think could no longer enjoy their fame and fortune.
Perhaps little Anakin could be de-whined somehow?
Okay, this is it. Summer is over. Back to school. Back to work. Put on a sweater and get serious.
In a way I’m glad I’m not in New York this week: the 9/11 remembrances and retrospectives have been painful enough on this side of the Atlantic, and I can only imagine that the looking-back is even more intense in the city where some of the events of that day happened.