Ugh.

Deborah Young had a great line in the lede of her review for the Hollywood Reporter: ‘Michael Haneke’s new drama focuses its disapproval on a wealthy French family . . .’

Clearly thirty-three years of seeing bands—or maybe just that one Sunn O))) show last year—has fucked up my ears, because I don’t hear a damn thing.

Great Go-Betweens’ choice: one of their best pop songs, that one. Off my favourite album of all time. I didn’t know that Martha and the Muffins track - and now I’m glad I do.

They do. I used it there last night.

That would imply deeper consideration than this writer appears prepared to allow. (And no, that’s not defending White, or what he’s alleged to have done. It’s just being cognisant of how a legal defense might work.)

Don’t call us ‘Aussies’, son; only we get to use that word. To you, we’re Australians.

‘The script can never quite decide if Craig is annoying because he knows too little, because he knows too much, or because he’s generally oblivious to how to appropriately engage with blackness.’

Maybe he can be all these things, at different moments, or according to different perspectives? Maybe that’s what good…

This is my wife’s theory. It’d be odd, killing a character as major as Littlefinger offscreen, but a terrific twist.