November has been melodrama month at the movies. First Todd Haynes
brought us Far From Heaven, which he ought to have called
Imitation of Imitation.
The idea of craft is an unanticipated product of the Industrial Revolution.
Like a kid at an ice-cream counter, urging his friends to try the chocolate--like a writer of travel guides, warning tourists not to miss the Eiffel Tower--I come before you to praise Grand Il
It's rude of me to speak of Todd Haynes's new picture as if it were a
symptom; but then, he's the one who's always consulting doctors.
In a weapons producing nation under Jesus
In the fabled crucible of the free world
Camera crews search for clues amid the detritus
And entertainment shapes the land
Although I'm mad for Paul Thomas Anderson's new picture, Punch-Drunk
Love, I also suspect it's made me a little crazy.
On his new album, country-rocker Steve Earle lets politics infuse his music.
The Bush Administration seems to be gunning to make history as the first
great unilateralist government of the twenty-first century.
The closest thing you get to a dull moment in Michael Moore's latest
picture, Bowling for Columbine, is an interview with Marilyn