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There were like three epiphanies I had over the last ten years about this stuff, but one of them was the front page above the fold of the Washington Post: two articles facing each other. It may have been a Sunday. The “news” item (two columns, right justified) treated the recent death of an unarmed black man at the

That’s what kills me. I’m sure this comment will come off as “internalized misogyny” to Jezebel readers, but I really did have to quit facebook because of the unadulterated siege of pearl-clutching posts reading “I am literally so ashamed of my own privilege I don’t know what to do. I seriously do not know what to do.

I’ll forward that to the spirit of Gore Vidal!

That makes sense. I haven’t read all of them, and it’s been a while. Still, they’re interesting.

Hey, Fleming is underrated. People love Greene, and they love Chandler, but Casino Royale has one of the incredible opening sentences in 20th century lit:

I was never particularly against Mr Székely myself, although I couldn’t help but notice he was beloved by certain pretty noxious people I knew who also happened to be white and male, but I couldn’t help but notice how adroitly he manipulated his identity on a number of fronts. How many goofball, befuddled American

I’m from France, so seeing Amalric (and Kurylenko, for that matter) was probably like somebody enjoying Lonsdale and Corrine Cleary in 1979.

Yeah I did not mind Skyfall’s story. I think we’ve entered a weird, post-Save the Cat world similar to the way sonata form crystallized into rote in the 1790s: you can subvert it

I like the Craigs, Spectre excepted. I don’t understand why people dislike Quantum so much — it’s supposed to be a part two scherzo — and Skyfall finally gives people who love the series but also love film a chance to see an episode with a real director and DP.

But Spectre, to paraphrase a recent article I read on

That’s what’s so fascinating about them. Sometimes he’s a widower; sometimes he’s not.

Fleming created the character as fantasy escapism for the austerity of postwar Britain, which is why the early books spend half the narrative describing food — a rationing daydream.

Moore was not cast in 1963 because he looked too young. The phrase was something like, “How will we find a girl prettier than James Bond?”

They waited for him much like they waited for Brosnan (for a different reason).

You’ve effectively described the 1967 Woody Allen / David Niven / Peter Sellers Casino Royale

No. The producers and studio execs decide (almost always very early in development if not before development — that is, in the concept stage itself) which films will be nominated. A massive portion of the industry is strictly devoted to the specific goal of getting nominations and wins.

It’s like running an election

Oscar contenders aren’t released until the end of the year.

The minor third vacillations? It makes police sirens refreshing.

Walter’s right, Dude. McCartney once said of his late bandmate, “All John really ever wanted to be was Marlon Brando.”

Return of Return of Bruno?

My unpopular opinion: TG’s only (truly) great film.

The ending is actually moving.

But I’ve got problems with maximalism in general and wide-angle lens in particular.

I love the whole damn thing.

Really? She’s the ingenue par excellence. Young, pure, good-natured, optimistic, idealistic. She inspires protective feelings in older heroic characters (Leia, Han, Finn, whose first instinct upon awakening is to rescue her, and Luke, in particular, who is moved enough to decide to train her). Naive enough to bust