I hesitate to even speculate what "mastic" tastes like.
The white gumdrops, basically. It has a hint of minty licoriceness, but it's not a strong flavor.
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I hesitate to even speculate what "mastic" tastes like.
The white gumdrops, basically. It has a hint of minty licoriceness, but it's not a strong flavor.
The New Yorker is posting the original short story Brokeback Mountain from their archives.
I just finished Cantet's Time Out, an utterly fascinating character study of a middle-class man who can't admit to his family that he's lost his job. Like the other Cantet movie I've seen, Human Resources, this movie has a fundamentally political message, but the politics are far subsumed into the movie's humanism. Few directors care this much about their characters, even when the characters are being kinda shitty to undeserving people. He reminds me of Renoir in his treatment of his characters, even though Renoir's humanism is deeply tied to the richness and art of his shots, whereas Cantet is working with breathless close-ups and office-drab greys. Highly recommended.
Nutty Alert: Atom Egoyan on Hitchcock
Richard Pryor, RIP.
He will be missed.
Thinking about that Superman trailer again. We have a powerful being who so loves the species that he sends his only son to show them the light. But the meat of the story takes place after said son has left and returned.
What up with that?
A world without Richard Pryor. That's a less good world.
The first Richard Pryor concert film, Richard Pryor Live in Concert, is the funniest movie ever made. By a wide margin.
Just got back from seeing Rent after chickening out of the preschooler-filled afternoon showing of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It took me about 20 minutes to start liking it, which is 10 minutes more than I would ahve given anything not heartily recommended by bazillions of friends. The Roger & Mimi candle song was the first number that I enjoyed.
It got better as it went on, though I never developed a fondness for Anthony Rapp's singing. (This was overlooked for the "Tango Maureen" number with Tracie Thoms, who remains a goddess.)
It took a long time for me to warm up to Rent too. I was intrigued by Rosario's portrayal of Mimi which was different than I had expected. Wasn't really sold on the Roger/Mimi paring, though. I kind of wished they were more innovative with translating the stage version to the big screen.