Because if your main joke is injuring your characters, then those characters had better deserve it. And although Wayans & Co. score some points by having Dr. Phil amputate his own foot, the other actors are so boring that I can’t even muster the energy to hate them.
Because if we needed an Ordinary People for the new millennium, it wouldn’t be a pretentious indie that even Sigourney Weaver couldn’t save.
My first thought as I watched Good Night, and Good Luck was: Did George Clooney just quit smoking? I know people loved their cigarettes in the 1950s, and I had read many comments on the amount of smoking in the movie, but those little cancer sticks kept stealing the stage. There’s a loving shot of a lighter. There’s an ad for Kent. Even the black-and-white hues suggest exhaled blue clouds.
Eventually it hit me: Clooney uses cigarettes to make a point. You see, back in the 1950s, people didn’t know that cigarettes caused cancer. Or, more accurately, smokers . . .
If I hadn’t seen Lady in the Water with Salma, I would have walked out. But since I didn’t walk out, the question is—when would I have given up hope? When Story (Bryce Dallas Howard) tells Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti), “Thank you for letting me wear your beautiful shirt”? (When she could have stood to ask him for some pants, too?) When the writer (M. Night Shymalan) describes his current project as being his thoughts on “all the social problems”? (Could he maybe have named one? Poverty? Pollution?) When the crossword freak drops a meta dis on movie critics that . . .
There are two periods in the history of hip-hop that fascinate me. The first is the period in the late ’70s where various musical and cultural influences came together in the Bronx to create the stuff. I read today (on Wikipedia, so take it with a grain of salt) that the New York blackout of ’77 hastened the spread of hip-hop from the Bronx because of all the looting: kids who otherwise wouldn’t have been able to afford the equipment were able to boost turntables, microphones, and other gear that let them start running their own street parties. It’s a . . .
By Anirban on April 8th, 2010 in caption contest, India, mass transit
This one’s from Mumbai… y’ know the city in the country famous for its snake charmers and…