Paleo Retiree writes:
The Question Lady and I were in giggly, semi-camp heaven watching this solemn exercise in literary-workshop-style hypersensitivity.
Agnes Bruckner stars as a midwestern girl from a sad, broken family who has a knack for poetry; Margaret Colin is the girl’s overwhelmed, trying-not-to-be-bitter, snappish mom; David Strathairn is the handsome high-school English teacher whose interest in his student’s talents may be a little too personal.
The actors are all good, and despite my irreverence I’m also happy to acknowledge that the film is classily done. (It was directed by Karen Moncrieff.) It’s what it is that made me hoot. Divorce; quiet miseries; vague yearnings; misplaced love; “family” as an “issue”; clever-but-not-Hollywood dialogue; loads of indirection; the suburbs portrayed as an inane version of paradise; metaphors-and-coincidences standing in for story structure; the cluelessness of adults whose lives haven’t lived up to their hopes … Every cliche of this inevitably slim, wispy, overbaked, narcissistically-compassionate, never-delicate-enough, estrogen-befogged, microtrauma-lovin’ genre is dotingly dwelt-on and artfully-presented, as though the package had both real literary significance and immense sociological resonance.
- Don’t miss Blowhard, Esq.’s definitive review of tasteful-indiepic classic “Margot at the Wedding.”
We Americans think we are pretty cool with our wild weekend events like the upcoming Urban Beach Weekend in Miami Beach. The city seems to have battened down the hatches for that. It is bound to be a serious fest.
But the Germans are no slouches in the Department of Weekend Celebrations. The annual Goth Festival just wrapped up in Liepzig. As Der Spiegel writes, no one does Goth quite like the Germans.
Race riots in Sweden? It would appear that the vaunted socialism of every leftist’s favorite socialist state is breaking down along racial lines. How many remember the stern rebukes of Swedish commentators on America’s racial issues and later on those of the British? I can still hear the ringing tones of Gunnar Myrdahl as he lectures his inferiors and scornfully contrasts America and its class system with that of peaceful Sweden. Too bad the SOB didn’t live to see what his dimwitted buddies have done to Sweden. I’m not hearing too much tut-tutting from them these days.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
After reading Paleo Retiree’s ultra-groovy interview with De De Mollner about her days as a go-go dancer in 60s L.A., I couldn’t help but wonder about some of the Sunset Strip locations she mentioned. A few of the places I was familiar with, but many names were new to me. Do these places still exist? What’s there now? Camera in hand, I went out one Sunday to see for myself.
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