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Not only have I, too, read books, meaning I’m fine with dropping a coordinating conjunction between three separate independent clauses; but in such days I can’t but empathize with your pessimism and even elitism, if that’s indeed how we must describe appreciation.

In fact, what’s the “conflict?” It’s a reactionary Christian right-wing vigilante movie. Either you like it, or you don’t.

If you like it, fine, but you then like reactionary Christian right-wing vigilantism. There’s no rule saying you can’t like reactionary Christian right-wing vigilantism, just like there’s no “rule”

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(oh, and movies as “live” — The Godfather at Film Forum, packed with millennials who obviously hadn’t seen it: so enthralled it might as well have been Hamlet. One of the most touching things I’ve experienced in quite a while.)

So many things. For one thing, it is the last word on physical comedy. Of course nobody can best Chaplin and the glory of the geniuses of the silents, but it is the repetition of Fonda’s mishaps that transcend the trope. It’s the answer to Chaplin, Lloyd, Keaton — & so many others, but for me Lady Eve is the grand,

Critics’ poll 110th, Directors’ poll 174th.

15 critics voted for this film

She’s the best. I recommend Victoria Wilson’s bio to everybody — not only is it excellently written, but Stanwyck’s story is almost unbelievable. She rose from a vaudeville stripper, and she knew everybody. (I mean everybody.) It’s a cultural history of the States.

For me, Lady Eve isn’t only the greatest comedy, but it’s one of the greatest films ever made — I can’t see why it doesn’t deserve a place on those lists. The General is the only comedy that routinely appears on them, and I always think they should include a sound film.

Sturges is the comedy version of Welles. They

Babe, the show is called Roseanne.

Alas! for one cannot bestow
That which she doth not possess,
And I do not possess but a single star.

It’s almost as if labor is a terrible investment in late capitalism. What a mess that would be.

I like the Kiminoans and their planet in Clones, but on a more general level, I also kinda like the total (one might even say debased) surrender to elements of real scifi pulp: the gladiator monsters and the curiosity of the first half hour, apparently drawn from one of the comics (someone here can surely fill me in),

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,

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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