Discland
edited by Jonathan Doyle
Cloverfield [BLU-RAY] (Paramount Home Entertainment, 6.3.2008) Disguised under deliberately goofy, yet deliciously edible-sounding, aliases such as Cheese and Slusho, Matt Reeves' Cloverfield was produced and rushed into theaters under an equally appetizing shroud of secrecy. From last year's incredibly elusive Super Bowl ad to the film's viral marketing campaign, Cloverfield had everybody scratching their heads and drooling in anticipation. Aside from the as-yet untitled title and the Blair Witch-ian visual style, the film's biggest appeal was the enigmatic creature who was last (un)seen hurling the decapitated head of the Statue of Liberty onto the crowded streets of New York City. All we knew about the mysterious beast was that it was big and angry. Now that the highy-anticipated project has come and gone, one question has fortunately been answered: Cloverfield was a major success. (continued)

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Wow, did you read that

Wow, did you read that undeniably dispiriting excerpt from Maureen Dowd's forthcoming book in Sunday's New York Times ("What's a Modern Girl To Do?"). The book is called "Are Men Necessary?: When Sexes Collide" (G.P. Putnam's Sons), and the subject is how today's younger women have totally shunned feminism and have reverted back to a 1950s sensibility -- catching a man, being demure, letting him pay and going shopping, etc. The subtext, of course, is basically Dowd's coming to terms with the probable fact that she's too intimidating to attract a suitably high-powered guy and keep him (i.e., persuade him to propose getting married), and that being a strong, whip-smart professional of a certain age, she's more or less doomed to live a single life and that's that. And that feminism has led her to this place and she's not especially happy about this, and may in fact be livid. I love this photo of Dowd, taken recently at Manhattan's Bar Centrale, that illustrates the piece on the main page. Here's a montage assembled from photos I took of Dowd plugging her Bush-bashing book at L.A.'s Skirball Center in September 2004. She's a very sexy and vivacious woman, but she's not what you'd call a confessional type and she's extremely mindful of power dynamics and political equilibriums. (Naturally, being who she is and who she writes for.) Notice that discerning, cold-blooded look she has in the lower-left photo of the montage? Imagine getting that look in her bedroom at four in the morning.

Posted by Jeffrey Wells on October 29, 2005 at 7:43 PM

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