Jeffrey Wells Kate Neilan nailed it yesterday. Associating Gwyneth Paltrow with the Salem witch trials = people see her as some kind of evil figure…a rich, harsh-minded prig throwback to the 17th Century. They’d like to dunk her in a lake.
During these televized celebrity court trials the public decides who’s guilty. Last year it was Amber Heard — this year it’s Goopy.
Dead-center horizon lines are banal, agreed, but the best outdoorsy photos, paintings and cinematic compositions are about whatever works, depending on the ingredients…the mystical altogether, balance and intrigue…God’s eye is God’s eye, and horizon lines be damned. I’ve been snapping photos since I was 12 or 13 so don’t tell me, John Martin Feeney.
“…this all-destroying, constantly-farting Chad Stahelski leviathan…to the last I grapple with thee…in!…in!…oh, damn thee, whale!”
The legend of Pauline Kael and the cinematic artistry of Quentin Tarantino will not come together in a forthcoming QT film called The Movie Critic. It was a nice Borys Kit speculation while it lasted, but nope.
World of Reel Jordan Ruimy is reporting, in fact, that the main character isn’t even a movie critic. The story is set in 1977. Filming will begin in Los Angeles next fall.
Tarantino clarified things during a special book-promotion appearance on Wednesday, 3.29 at the Grand Rex in Paris.
I’m a little bummed, I admit, but I’ll get over it.
Cathy Wilcox, Sydney-based cartoonist — posted earlier today (3.28).
It’s obviously tragic when a person has slipped into such a dark and seemingly irredeemable place that he/she feels that suicide is the only option. Alas, that’s an old-hat approach. The 21st Century has introduced a new concept — “I’ll be taking several innocent people with me as I leave this mortal coil” — that turns tragedy into something evil.
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