Some films are muddy. They give us good guys who are kinda bad or bad guys who are kinda good. They obscure the conflict. They make us guess. They confuse us. They dare us to unravel them. The Stoning of Soraya M. is not one of those films. Yet, it delivers us a stunning lesson on the slippery […]
“I remember so many beginnings, but I don’t know which one goes with this story.” — Benjamin Esposito, El secreto de sus ojos Unlike the lead character in the film the Liberian Girl and I saw on Sunday night, I do know which beginning goes with this story. It occurred last Friday and the scene starred familiar castmates scotch and Mr. […]
I was gonna write this amazing Date Night-style recap of my experience with El secreto de sus ojos. It was gonna weave together the story of a bet I lost with the Liberian Girl as well as a conversation at a bar in SoHo with this painter about the fundamental differences between Michael Jackson and Prince. It […]
The opening scene gives us Paul Aufiero (Patton Oswalt), a parking lot attendant ticket taker, confined to his cage, meticulously scribbling something while reading, “I can’t tell you how sick I am.” From this point on, the audience wonders whether Paul is all there, or if he is so socially awkward that his only way to communicate […]
As most pre-pubescent adolescents do, I wanted to be a super hero. My attire was a black cloak – an old Halloween costume from an early obsession with the Grim Reaper; its hood was large enough to cast a shadow over my face, but allowed enough horizontal space so that I could see clearly without an impeded […]
Apr11
Date Night: Chloe
The Liberian Girl got a day off work this weekend and she wanted to go to the movies. I suggested a Korean film or an Irish film or a bottle of rum and Hot Tub Time Machine. She suggested Chloe. Guess which movie we bought tickets for on Saturday? Neither of us knew much about Chloe. Based […]
Picture me rollin’. Slowly. Through mid-day traffic on a Wednesday. Along U Street in NW Washington, DC. The sun is shining. The windows of my Grand Prix are cracked generously to welcome both the fresh Spring air and the sounds of the city. From somewhere behind me, I hear the approaching bassline of a song I think I recognize. […]
Bill Hicks was that dude. He was hilarious, intelligent and spoke truth to power. Which makes the fact that he died at 32 of pancreatic cancer an utter tragedy. He was just about to set the world on fire and have a Carlin-like run as a stand-up who transcended comedy and actually started to have an effect […]
I would explain but if you don’t get it, we probably can’t be friends. (via Juice in a Box)
Here are 160 fantastic reasons why Arnold Schwarzenegger is a master thespian. Say goodbye to the next 10 minutes.