There is nothing more enjoyable than reading a critic eviscerate a movie. I don't know why I enjoy it so much-- I guess it could be seen as pulling the wings off of butterflies-- that is if the critic is taking to task an artist for creating great art. Usually the critic is taking apart some work of bloated ego, or some mass-generated, thoughtless "blockbuster". I think it's a little bit of both in this case. I miss the old Spielberg. The Spielberg with a warm heart. This is the opening of the Salon review by Stephanie Zacharek:
Steven Spielberg's "War of the Worlds" is the ugliest little movie of the summer. Extravagant in movie terms but stingy in emotional ones, it embodies all of Spielberg's bad impulses and almost none of his good ones: It's a grand display of how well he knows how to work us over, and yet the desperation with which he tries to get to us is repulsive.I wasn't going to see this movie anyway, but it's always good to have your instincts validated.
Rick Santorum is such a mean-spirted SOB. (Via the Huffington Post.)
My favorite thing I saw today was through Amanda Marcotte at Pandagon.
My Mom sent me this link, which gives you a visual of all of the US and coalition fatalities in Iraq since March 2003. It's very interesting. Thanks Mom!
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