You’re right, they are definitely the warmest stories! Even the Spring and Summer stories that end without a successful coupling do so without any mean-spiritedness. The unpleasant characters aren’t as totally self-absorbed and deluded as those in his earlier movies. And there is so much suspense too because Rohmer…

it modified my personality to the extent that I was highly irritable.

Sir Billy Snedden, an Australian politician, died “at the peak of physical congress,” as the police put it. Nearly 20 years later, his son was involved with the same woman, and made sure to notify the public that his father assuredly died happy, saying, “Anyone would be proud to die on the job.”

I watched this week Eric Rohmer’s Tales of Summer and of Autumn. The Autumn Tale is I think an informal sequel to Claire’s Knee. Both movies involve romantic machinations going on behind Beatrice Romand’s back, except this time they are well intentioned and not pervy. Autumn Tale is also a neat bookend to the earlier…

I didn’t get the grades for whore school, but clown college turned out to be a decent safety.

Jimmy Kimmel.... a man of the people. His job maybe to entertain all of us but he at least uses his platform to say things that needed to be said. Fuck the NRA. Fuck Charlton Heston’s rifle speech. If I ever come across his tombstone, I will make damn sure I piss on it.

It’s also a good show of how categorization and presumptions of privilege and prejudice tend to depend on the in-group of the beholder, such that the black community sees a Latino cop as white, the Latino sees the blacks in his precinct as gringos, and many in my community see both as Christian goyim.

And that statement is: “I’m a sad, lonely man who has never known the touch of a woman.”

“ . . . delicious food from taco bell.”

Your wife also just texted me to come over to help her “walk the dog”.

this is cruel as no avclub reader has ever known what love feels like and you know that.

The Winter Tale also seems to me something of a response to The Good Marriage. The protagonist in the one doggedly pursues a man with whom she has no connection, and in the other, she merely waits for a true love to miraculously reappear.

Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday are landing on the same day this year. Having a chocolate and fecundity holiday coincide with a fasting and sackcloth holiday seems to me something of a mixed message. I plan to meet the problem half-way and smear a little chocolate cross on my forehead.

Rarely one to shed a tear over a celeb death, but I cried a little after reading about this one. One of the more brilliantly defiant and unique composers of our era, when far too few are willing to push any sonic boundaries.

This is terribly sad. I knew him a bit, pre-Oscar nominations - brought him in to a festival I was part of some years ago, and hung out with him a bit. He was a really nice guy, very cool, unassuming and pleasant. And, it goes without saying, talented. R.I.P. Jóhann.

“Bob Dylan was always a no-talent motherfucker. That cat David Duchovny though is the next Michael Jackson!” - Quincy Jones

Sean,

Watch This! Back from the dead?!? Hurrah!

One more thing:

I am almost certain it is a poster here who is loathed on AV Club