Separating Art from the Artist

Woody Allen’s recent Golden Globe lifetime achievement award brought to light some pretty uncomfortable most-likely-truths about the celebrated writer/director and it got me thinking about the amount of great material generated by known assholes, and the dilemma that presents to a conscientious audience. First in my mind is Orson Scott Card, author of Ender’s Game

Oh hai

Chances are you know I’m a huge fan of The Room, the best worst movie ever made. You can imagine my delight late last year when I learned that its co-star, Greg Sestero, had written an account of its making that would come out just in time to go on my Christmas list. I finally

Carrie: Can we go ahead and remake the whole decade?

I’m normally the first in line to lecture about the evils of unoriginal movies; sequels of sequels, and reboots, and the optioning of every young adult franchise ever put to paper. But I have to make an exception for the new Carrie. I saw the original. It’s great of course, and that last scare still scares, but

On NIN & Old Friends

One of my oldest & best friends, Keith, was in town this weekend with his lovely wife Jamie.  Most of what happened involved eating.  Here’s Keith in a post-Katz’s Deli pastrami seizure: We did walk the High Line, but they’ve been up here enough now so that we don’t do things like go look at

Bloggin’ 5.0

Hey there!  This would be the fifth (at least) digital home to my thoughts, which are of course incredibly precious and unique.  Let’s go through a quick history: MySpace: since deleted–I’d totally provide  a link so we could all laugh and sigh at it, like a picture of me with spiked hair and wearing neon