The documentary about Vogue's Anna Wintour, with my own clothing designing daughter, who starts college at the Art Institute on Monday, but we walked into the wrong theater, and did not realize it until "Capitalism, A Love Story" started. It was too late to make the other show, so we stayed. It was a Michael Moore movie, by turns funny, spot-on, manipulated bull, full of bathos, and 30 minutes too long. Throwing in Katrina and FDR really bit, and did Wallace Shawn add anything to it? He did not. But! It was worth the price of admission alone for the inclusion of the video below
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October 03, 2009
May 09, 2009
Movie I Did Not Very Much Care For
Because it was sentimental.
Because it was formulaic.
Because no one who ignores their child for twenty years comes back and gives the sort of speech Mickey Rourke gives in Atlantic City. I really wanted to yell at the TV, "Bullshit."
Because what were they doing with Marisa Tomei's character?
One charming scene: Rourke's first foray behind the meat counter. Pure joy.
I will counterbalance this with a movie I very much enjoyed, and if you missed, you might check out.
April 17, 2009
Manhattan, Woody Allen, Sex and Beauty
The lovely, charming and talented Foodinista asked me to guest blog, and so I have.
