<![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @skahammer: Not a chance ska, I can barely spell.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: OK, you got me with that one. When our kids meet in kindergarten, mine will still be soiling their drawers while yours will teach the rest of the class integral calculus. I should think these things through more.

skahammer

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: @skahammer: Thanks for the advice from both sides of the aisle. I have a great first/second/third-hand book wrangler so I'm going to put this stuff on the wishlist and see what pops and when. I do like a good climb, so I'm relatively optimistic about liking this stuff.

Zorica

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise:
Say it out loud.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @raincoaster:
Hello, aspic?

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: Lime jello is the highest form gelatin can take.

For some reason that strikes me as terribly profound and profoundly amusing. I think I must have the DTs or something.

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @skahammer: Um, yeah, yeah, that's what I meant ska. You prob think that people shouldn't start with Finnegan's Wake when attempting Joyce too.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: Heh, belltolls is just having a little joke on you there, recommending that someone's first foray into David Foster Wallace be via an 800-page doorstop.

What he really meant to say is, some of the magazine pieces in A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again -- especially the two essays from Harper's -- will provide the perfect indication of whether you are likely to enjoy DFW's prose.

I myself find reading Wallace's self-annotated, all-assumptions-made-explicit sentences to resemble climbing up a mountain path instead of traversing flat ground, but on the other hand that's why I think he's effing great.

skahammer

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: INFINITE JEST -- but string out reading it over the course of several months. I think it is a very fine work. Many people bought it and then realized it was a big ass book -- so that never got around to it -- so you should be able to find a copy on any of your reader friend's bookshelf.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: I've never read anything by David Foster Wallace. Recommends?

Lime jello is the highest form gelatin can take.

I thought fire was the first food technology, but it is definitely conceivable that some of those cans of fruit cocktail have been around longer than that.

Zorica

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: I believe fruit cocktail was one of the earliest "food technologies" if I read my Wikipedia right. I like lime as long as it doesn't have a crust. I was actually going to make a comment about why I don't think David Foster Wallace should be lumped into either of the two most publicized literary movements of the last twenty years because the McEggers crowd knew they were making a joke and the n+1 crowd has no sense of humor, but I will stick with lime jello. Or in a pinch orange.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: The best thing about jello is the slipperiness. The worst thing about fruit cocktail is the slipperiness. It takes the wonderfulness of jello and makes it gross. Fruit cocktail on its own might be acceptable, if I was in a forgiving/starving mood. But at best it is tasteless. At worst, poison-flavored. I'll drink the syrup it lives in, though. It makes my tongue burn but I like it.

Zorica

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: Oh, there would have been executions I assure you. I agree/disagree with most of what you said. What's wrong with fruit cocktail? It's not like it is fruit or anything.

@mark duffy: Thanks for the info on the Pengs. I knew Crosby was from Nova Scotia but I wasn't sure that was part of Canada.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Speed was a very important part of my life. Someone once asked me if I ever tried drugs. And I said I didn't need it, I had speed. It's a kick.

-Robert Stack

mikedell

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @skahammer: Chances are - if Stack is at an Automat, he's there to film an Unsolved Mysteries segment where they determine whatever happened to all the automats - where did they go? & How did Robert Stack come back from the dead? And will the women of Gawker runb their boobs on his grave too? It's very mysterious.

jackvinyl

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I don't know how people work up all these celeb sightings. I lived entire years in Hollywood without seeing anyone I recognized from a screen-based medium.

And @raincoaster: If Robert Stack walks into an Automat, it's because he fucking owns the place. Got that? He buys nothing -- though maybe he does sit down with a slice of coconut cream pie if he's feeling peckish.

skahammer

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @raincoaster: the Penguins best two players, Malkin and Crosby, are Russian and Canadian, respectively. The captain of my fav team, Saku Koivu, is a fightin' Finn.

And, yes, celebs suck. Thanks for the insight n+0.

mark duffy

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: That's too bad. Working at the world dictator's Starbucks would have given me at least a shot of not being executed for crimes against humanity.

I agree with your re: the Red/Green exchanges. It's like having the internal monologue of the person of my dreams played out before me. It's at least distracting from the sturm und drang.

I disagree with you re: jello laced with fruit cocktail. Fruit cocktail is poisonous. In the bad way.

Zorica

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: if there was an Automat that dispensed Jello Shots I would be there every day!

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Mr. Hamrah. This is for you. It can't be any fun to always be walking around with a case of the Mondays!


+ Watch video

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman:
You need whiskey and cigarettes, you delusional loon.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Zorica: I was just trying to cheer up all the sad young literary Werthers and show them the simple but more durable pleasures of life. Like a Rosa/Spiegs exchange or finding an really good automat that has jello liberally laced with fruit cocktail.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Pope John Peeps II: I do. But I'm too tired to think of one.

@rosaluxembourgeoise: Amen! I want my blood-stained, mass-produced crap to come from my drunk uncle reincarnated as Father Winter. And I want it only to be non-gender-specific, totally generic, and of poor quality so that by the time novo leto comes around next year I'm badly in need of another one. It's not a veseli december if you don't really need that new pair of socks.

@belltolls: That sounds like a Starbucks I actually wouldn't mind working in. I'm a decent actress, I promise you won't think I'm a day past legality. I'm a little scared of the "revolving" part, though. I was in that restaurant at the top of the Marriott Marquis once and I nearly puked before we even made it through the first rotation. Bonus:* doped up on dramamine I'll be easily reduced to the pliability of my 18 year old self.

*This might not be as much of a bonus as advertised. My 18 year old self was probably more mature than my current self.

Zorica

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: Both! No!

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman:
Yeah, Belltolls, what's the deal? Are you some kind of social-democrat or a degenerate bourgeois accumulating typing monkeys for your personal amusement?

Are there benefits?

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Pope John Peeps II:
A) who do you like in the Playoffs?
B) Robert Stack walks into an Automat. What does he buy?

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @raincoaster: Malkin is Russian. Crosby (not sure) might even be a damn Canadian!

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Pope John Peeps II: Shit baby, I'm drunk as shit! Does someone want to ask me a stupid question?

Pope John Peeps II

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Essentially, the fact that this critic is using as exemplar the phrase You'd phone the wife and kids: "Hey, I just saw Robert Stack walking into the Automat!" Now it's more an occasion for jeering. is the core problem. She/He's so precociously stupid as to use as nostalgic reference something that they couldn't possibly know as real. That means they're both coopting the experience to sacrifice to nostalgia, and sacrificing it to a nostalgia that they couldn't possibly have had. So therefore they are reminiscing about a fake world that they learned from the reminisciences of other, equally fake, and possibly far more wrinkled in the scrotum/labia area writers than they are. This combination of a double-generational sort of pandering bookmarks this author as a pathetic boring sack of crud. Sorry to have to say it out loud. Don't fake a reference!!! The whole point is to have been there!!! AUTOMAT!! Are you dumb?

Pope John Peeps II

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: and it's made up of what, Finns? All my hockey knowledge is ten years out of date and I am a sad representative for my country.

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> And yet the finest hockey team is in Pittsburg, PA. What a crazy world.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> That's funny, it's 28 here in Vancouver!

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @raincoaster: We kept all the good stuff and left the bad dentiture. Kick ass day here in Seattle. 85 and sunny.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: are you SURE "grandiosity" isn't British?

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Apologies for the interruption. Now back to our regularly scheduled realpolitik.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @EleanorRigby: I will not hear a word against my man Jack. Unlike certain nameless has-beens with thievy wives, he has completely transcended the banal concept of personal dignity at all times, not just when it pays well.

raincoaster

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> No fear dear Spiegelman. I was just proposing an antidote to Weltschmerz. I am pretty convinced if everyone thought like this there would be no need for difficult to spell German words. Grandiosity! Now there is a word! And that's American.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: But how can we keep up the feverish debate if we're uncomfortable and malnourished? I mean, perhaps Red Rose could work under those conditions, considering the nonsense society she boosts for. But I'm an American dammit. And I need my three hots and a cot.

@Hez: I was pre-med with Bobby Bedpan. Real shame what happened to that kid.

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman: Do you think dictators spend time on such trifles? Grande room for cream, please, and a back rub!

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman: I hear Bobby Bedpan comes by every few hours with his friend Cindy Softrestraints. She's nice!

Hez

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @belltolls: Where do we sleep? What do you feed us? Does this involve a basement?

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: See? That's just the thing with all you reds. You don't like what someone is sayin', you just say he's sayin' somethin' else and then you say exactly what he'd been sayin'!

I was talking about how fine and strong and natural an evergreen tree was. Not all about cuttin' it down and building with it and what you put into what you build with it and whatnot. You were the one sayin' you were gonna cut 'em all down for some hair-brained commie eco scheme! They've got you suckered real sweet, Red Rose. Now why don't you turn down their broadcast and come on in to the Big Parade? It's good here. Ya keep what ya earn and ya earn what ya keep.

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I think when I rule the world I am going to construct a room (a very nice room mind you) and put two laptops back to back on a rough-hewn table in the center of the room. When I turn the lights on there will be Rosa and Ian dueling away at the keyboards. No talking though. That would ruin it. I am also going to have my own Starbucks in the den with a revolving crew of 18 year old baristas. Viva Fidel!

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> What's "organic" about killing a tree to pile blood-stained, mass-produced crap under it? What's "natural" and "spontaneous" about billionaire corporations enforcing displays of pointless consumption and dehumanization?

The only thing that "never stops producing" is capitalism, and what it's producing is misery.

Jump off the sad merry-go-round, Spiegelman. The revolution could use some class-conscious scrappers like you.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman: much=muck

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: You would see much and mire and defeat in something majestic and organic (unlike your the "order" you seek to force upon human nature) that never stops producing.

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Hez: @rosaluxembourgeoise: "There is nothing wrong with n+1 that a little pickled cabbage couldn't fix. (Or maybe a lot.)"

I don't think they need anything that will make them more gassy; they already blow too much hot air out their asses. And they insist on publishing their farts so everyone can appreciate them. It would be so much better if they just lit them on fire.

SheWalkedWithAZombie

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> What is this, reactionary Arbor Day?

Your stupid evergreens symbolize degenerate waste-stage Capitalism; a dead tree under which to pile useless goods that alienate and shove the masses deeper into debt and immiserated labor. Things that mean nothing and that you want more of; things that extort consent to slavery for the benefit of the cackling bourgeoisie.

We're clear-cutting, do you hear me, Spiegelman? The masses need irrigated fields, not sentimentality!

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: You lay off the evergreens! They work all year long, unlike your wussified, leftist European trees that take the whole damn winter as a vacation!

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman:
We're bulldozing the evergreens to make way for our massive irrigation project in the South. Haven't you heard?

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: Don't you steal Bill Murray's lines to further your wicked cause, Red! And put away an evergreen like "on the corner looking for a handout"? Hell no!

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman:

I swear Spiegelman, if it's the last thing I'm going to do, I'm going to make every last second of your life, from this moment on, a living hell for what you've done!

No, no, no! Go ahead, talk to them, they're all singing your song tonight, Ian! Go ahead, I'll never make it home tonight!

Also, you promised you would put that "on the corner looking for handout" index card away, Spiegelman!

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: Well, there's that. But there's also the fact that you're a dirty scheming pinko who wants all free, right-minded people put into bondage to benefit thems what stands on the corner lookin' for handouts!

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise:
That was @ian spiegelman!

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise:
In case your question isn't rhetorical, the answer is "because you have a rich and detailed fantasy life."

But yeah, there was a marked decline in Russian Weltschmerz sometime after 1917. What?

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: Why do I suspect that those ideas revolve around secret police, children snitching on their parents, gulags, forced labor, and jump suits? Though I like a good jump suit.

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @ian spiegelman: Don't know enough about it, Spiegelman, but I do have some pretty radical ideas about treating this crippling disorder of the bourgeoisie.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: You could be our ennui specialist!

ian spiegelman

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: Oooh, I hope they will be dull grey!

Hez

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Hez:
Actually, there is nothing wrong with N+1 that the want of pickled cabbage-- or anything, really-- couldn't fix. And actually, fuck it, that's not even true. They're too far gone. All moaning in the Terminal Ennui ward.

I'm off to make Victory Against Weltschmerz! rubber bracelets.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Chekhov, to A.S. Suvorin,
MOSCOW, October 27, 1888.

... In conversation with my literary colleagues I always insist that it is not the artist's business to solve problems that require a specialist's knowledge. It is a bad thing if a writer tackles a subject he does not understand. We have specialists for dealing with special questions: it is their business to judge of the commune, of the future of capitalism, of the evils of drunkenness, of boots, of the diseases of women. An artist must only judge of what he understands, his field is just as limited as that of any other specialist-I repeat this and insist on it always.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise:See? There is nothing wrong with n+1 that a little pickled cabbage couldn't fix. (Or maybe a lot.)

Hez

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Kung Fu Panda is this year's Bee Movie at Cannes, which would make any stunt Jack Black pulls equivalent to Seinfeld zip-lining in wearing a bee costume. Isn't it supposed to be some sort of well-respected film festival? Why do they allow these antics to occur?

EleanorRigby

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @AndSheSaid: so true. might as well just legalize it,

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Seeräuber Jenny: re "Schadenfreude, by contrast, provides a mild sensation of euphoria."

Whenever there is rise in Weltschmerz, you also see an increase in the number of illegal Schadenfreude labs.

SheWalkedWithAZombie

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> "The Bible suggests that the poor will always be with us. Today it's the rich who will always be with us. If they're famous on top of it, that makes their presence all the more galling, not to mention disruptive."

Why can't they be more like the poor: easy to ignore? So easy in fact, that one can make a statement implying that they are no longer with us.

SheWalkedWithAZombie

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @NinaHagen: My cat's ennui is adorable.

SheWalkedWithAZombie

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> My cat has acute ennui.

NinaHagen

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: You are so right to call attention to the scourge of acute ennui. In some of the more vulnerable groups of the population (liberal arts school students, the French) virulent and highly contagious strains have developed that are resistant to irony and mockery. This past year a number of Comparative Literature departments have had to be quarantined.

The French government was slow to respond to the crisis, They simply underestimated the threat imposed by the yearly waves of American poseurs flocking to the Left Bank. The CDC believes that this encounter between two powerful strains of ennui created a Weltschmerz super-bug.

SheWalkedWithAZombie

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise: The women in Yalta are hideous - or is it Malta?

NinaHagen

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Chekhov, to Gorky, February 15th, 1900, Yalta:

"I am bored, not in the sense of weltschmerz, not in the sense of being weary of existence, but simply bored from want of people, from want of music which I love, and from want of women, of whom there are none in Yalta. I am bored without caviare and pickled cabbage."

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I once saw Tom Sizemore at Busch Gardens and was filled with Bratwurst.

Bell County

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @rosaluxembourgeoise:
Schadenfreude, by contrast, provides a mild sensation of euphoria.

Seeräuber Jenny

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> One day, Ma. One day, my name will be in lights. You'll see. One day I too will deliver Weltschmerz to A.S. Hamrah.

Tweedledamn

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I'd love to be whining from the Côte d'Azur. I know the Cannes Film Festival -- like everything else -- is hyped, but I've never done it.

Seeräuber Jenny

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> See also

Angst
Existential dread
Dukkha
Ennui
Weltanschauung
Sturm und Drang
Suffering

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I would like to go back in time and meet Robert Stack at the Automat. I could have pie with him - maybe we could get different kinds of pie and share them. One of the pieces would have a hair in it and we would laugh together. Then we could go to Toots Shor's for Sidecars and Clams Casino. That would be a perfect day.

NinaHagen

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> yes the cannes film festival is filled with phonies

phony phony phonies

yawn

scratch

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @Dickdogfood: Um, yeah.
Also on the syllabus:
The Day of the Locust,
Play it as it Lays,
and pretty much anything by Bruce Wagner.

valet_of_the_dolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> @mitchel_stevens:
better yet, they could afford to send him to Cannes?!
..oh wait, he's working for The National.

the abu dhabi paper that cherry-picked a bunch of ny reporters and stringers.

mitchel_stevens

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Hamrah, you'll never worry about others having the same problem when they see you coming.

sailor

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> ...n+1 has a film critic?
they can even hire!?

wow. color me surprised.

mitchel_stevens

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> A.S. Hamrah suffers from Crippling Ennui, a silent killer that strips its victims of the ability to experience emotions, make sense, or connect to reality. 4 out of every 10 American writers from the ruling classes suffer from ennui. The symptoms can be excruciating for readers.

PLEASE SEND DONATIONS TO THE A.S. HAMRAH ENNUI RELIEF FUND.

We can find a cure for Weltschmerz in our lifetime!

Give generously.

rosaluxembourgeoise

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> I would like to direct Mr. Hamrah to a forty-nine-year-old book called Hollywood Babylon.

Dickdogfood

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> Hey, uh, Hamrah, you know who else is a harbinger of nausea?

Moff

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> You wanna talk Weltschmerz!? You would think the revealing of the powerlessness of the man behind the curtain would be freeing, liberating, cause for celebration, reason to invent new ways of doing things, embracing new worldviews but no, I think I see more googlbation on the horizon for this crowd.

belltolls

]]> <![CDATA[<i>N+1</i> Movie Critic Sick of All Those Movie Stars]]> a celebrity sighting can ruin your whole day

a friend on a photo safari said they ran into brooke shields, and it made them so sad they all shot themselves

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]>