The dopiest-looking shirt design (will you look at those pointless, giant-sized droopy collars?) mine eyes have beheld since, literally, the late ‘70s, only these are worse.



The dopiest-looking shirt design (will you look at those pointless, giant-sized droopy collars?) mine eyes have beheld since, literally, the late ‘70s, only these are worse.



(a) Wild horses couldn’t stop me from seeing this! But is this a self-destructive burn injury or plastic surgery? or (b) Are you kidding me?


From “Elon Musk Tweeted My Cartoon,” a 5.2 opinion piece by Colin Wright. The subhead reads “Commentators on the left set about debunking my ‘lived experience’ with charts and abstractions.”



One glance and I said to myself “please, please make a feature out of this….better yet a 10-episode Hulu series. I’m serious — I would watch anything about teens taunting poor hapless winos with cruel sexual exhibitionism…I would watch it in a New York minute. Powerful metaphor. The brand is Fuxley.
The new trailer for Olivia Wilde’s Don’t Worry Darling (Warner Bros., 9.23) suggests a sexy, high-style period creep-out about middle-class conformity and submission to Big Corporate Brother.
Seemingly set in the ‘50s or early ‘60s. A mood similar to that of Martin Ritt‘s No Down Payment (‘57), and clearly a metaphorical kin to Don Siegel’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers (‘56).
And right away they blow the mood by playing Brenton Wood’s “The Oogum Boogum Song,” which came out in ‘67 — an era in which fretting about cookie-cutter conformity had been left behind and people were into a whole ‘nother doobie-toke realm.
So right away you know that Wilde’s film is…uhm, playing by its own rules.