NB: Includes mild spoilers to Inglourious Basterds, Violence and Language.
Here’s the big joke: eight vengeful Jewish American soldiers roam the fields of France between 1941-44 killing German soldiers, and under the direction of their hillbilly Lieutenant (Brad Pitt), scalps them. Literally. In close-up technicolor. If they are allowed to live, for propaganda purposes, a large [...]
2,400 pages. That’s what President Obama’s vacation (to use the Yankeeism) reading entails according to the White House, as reported by Slate’s invaluable John Dickerson:
The Way Home by George Pelecanos, a crime thriller based in Washington, D.C.;
Lush Life by Richard Price, a story of race and class set in New York’s Lower East Side;
Tom Friedman’s [...]
Just to make one thing quite clear: This blog is irrelevant.
Hope that’s alright, then. But, what’s this all about?
Yesterday I posted on The September Issue, a film about US Vogue and its editor, Anna Wintour. A reader commented:
‘Ho hum. A blog about a film about a magazine about an unreal narcissistic pseudo-world. Could this any [...]
Whenever anyone says they don’t care for fashion I think of Meryl Streep as an ash blond, looking down her nose – and I wish (like Woody Allen with Marshall McLuhan in Annie Hall) I could just call out Streep from the crowd to give her speech.
In The Devil Wears Prada, Streep plays Miranda Priestley, [...]
Photography v painting. That hoary old argument*. Naturally enough, photography wins, with hands tied behind its back. The density of detail, that magical documenting of evidence – today was fine, there was no wind, the sun was brilliant, the shadows were dark, she was smiling etc. (We have to trust that no photoshop was applied [...]
I finally got around to reading Nicholson Baker’s piece on Amazon’s Kindle – the device that will finally do away with The Book. I could, of course, have read it online three weeks ago but I had misplaced that edition of the New Yorker and I just knew I had to read about the Kindle [...]
Driving along and someone says, What’s that?
We all listen hard to the radio.
‘Elgar?’ I say. ‘And it’s got a bit of Jerusalem.’
‘Very Anglican church,’ says the driver.
A bit later the announcer tells us the wonderful stuff was the Jupiter section of Gustav Holst’s The Planets.
Which was a perfect excuse to go to Pristine Classical, [...]
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