Please, go easy on the ableism; victims of motor neurone disease enjoy vast ranges of love lives, SWH CH CBE FRS FRSA certainly among them.

Not to mention batshit notions of essentialism. But how do I really, really, really, really know they’re as pure as we are?

Not only all of the above (great thread!), but the score that Glass delivered to Paul wasn’t the conventional body of “cues” a director expects: cues are the short, modular parcels written by the film composer and subsequently arranged, in the edit booth, within the shape of the late cuts of the film for emphasis,…

When I read the defenses of the film by the commenters here, I’m engaged: Luke as Kurtz, Luke as Falstaff. The problem isn’t the idea; the problem is that the film itself performed zero actual work at depicting any depth or reason for the change in the character or even defining it (to take my example, you can’t be…

I’ve got a pretty incredible story. Private jets, a spontaneous, hair-trigger trip to Paris, then a private island, massages, a cohort of supporters — as Han Solo says, it’s true, all of it. (And more.)

As a huge Whitney fan, I’m curious to compare it to Can I Be Me, which I half-expected to be exploitative; I found it surprisingly poignant, astute, and candid; it both appreciated her talent and took a frank look at the convolutions of the intersections race, sexual orientation, love, and art.

I’m willing to suspect she hasn’t seen that yet.

It’s unfair getting to keep Atwood, Cronenberg, Glenn Gould and Vanity

It may “ought to,” but it doesn’t. It’s becoming more and more clear that there’s a weird, uncomfortable, reactionary tone in the mechanics of mainstream feminism. It’s as if one must make a choice.

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In fact — given the context — perhaps a citation would be in order.

Oh, also, she calls herself “the new Hitler.”

Artists aren’t politicians. They’re the opposite: they’re creative. (David Lynch is the biggest Reaganite in California, and nobody calls him out on that.) The truth is this country gives hacks the Pulitzer, and if you tell somebody they’re insane enough times, they’ll go insane

No reconsideration here! Gabriele Ferzetti’s Draco (albeit, dubbed, although I have the impression the number of dubbed voices in the 60s films would surprise many)... M as amateur lepidopterist (a nod to Nabokov)... Telly Savalas’s Blofeld — the touch of vulgarity is a brilliant strategy — whose ultimate plan is not…

Most emptive.

On The Ship is Sinking, their live BDSM bondage event: “I did the thong bikini. In beauty pageants you’re supposed to wear nude heels with tasteful amounts of glitter—I went a little overkill on that—and I even got a French manicure/pedicure. I went all out.”

I’m sorry. Just because they’re rich and gorgeous — and…

Abramović says she likes her. I suspect she’s trying to be nice.

Emma makes me embarrassed to know what “art” is

Have you seen Olivier’s infamous turn? There are some clips on the tubes. Incredible. It’s the “real deal” and easy to see why they’d been suppressed

I am so glad I have no idea who this guy is. I am so glad I have very little comprehension of the content of this article.

I do know that the frog and the scorpion was Orson Welles’s favorite proverb. He also said the project he was most proud of was the all-black production of Macbeth in 1936 in Harlem. Everybody was…

When I was in college, I discovered (in one of those mini-Strands that used to dot campuses: the used book store is the single greatest loss to our society) the funniest damn volume of poetry satire I’d ever seen. How I wish I’d bought it. I probably wasn’t sure if I should spend the $0.73, since that could buy me the…