On Muffins and Muscle
I don't see anyone rushing around creating shiny TV around my job (come on, cops? Surgeons? Serial killers? What's so hot about them?). It seems TV-land loves the jobs you hate.
Good Clean Genome Splicing Fun!
What comes over most in X-Men: First Class is neither misogyny, nor a cynical commercial exercise in exploiting the fanbase, but genuine warmth for the universe it plays in.
The Process, The Process: Part 3
One wonders who these films are for. How about those new to poetry, then? Is a soapy rendering of the author’s life enough to prompt someone to pick up a volume of poems for the first time? I rather doubt it.
Not Quite Two and a Half
After finally sitting through Knocked Up with every intention of reviewing it, but unable to scrape together any reaction more articulate than ‘ugh’, I reached back a little way for something to blast away the indifference. In The Company of Men is one of those films I always meant to watch.
Crime Doesn’t Pay, But Lego Is Forever
For here’s a film featuring not one, but two thinking woman’s pin-ups for the price of admission: Gabriel Byrne and Kevin Spacey (if I have to include much here, see me after class, kids).
On Beards, Spangles and Stars
It seems a moot point that Real Life should make good drama and very often doesn’t. Yet, those disease-of-the-week weepies, those grit’n’glitter biopics of music stars, those docudramas of historical figures with disastrous gummed-on beards just keep on coming.
Marble
The boat, named for Niall and Ludivine's youngest daughter, had been alien enough - Eleanor had never seen a yacht up close before this trip, growing up landlocked.
Pretty Fly For A White Guy!
In a moment of weakness, desperate to fend off the marauders, I’ve cracked open the DVD case and write this while cowering in a corner to await my doom.
The Process, The Process: Part 2
Castle takes a moment to establish the difficulties of being a best-selling author. Not least of which is chronic boredom, what with the endless hobnobbing with the great and the good at glitzy parties, and having to bat away palpitating young murder groupies.
A Real Roadrunner
Here’s a conversation, which may, or may not have actually taken place.
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