It’s barely been 24 hours since the first Panama Papers reports hit, and things are already getting fun. Assuming you’re not Prime Minister of Iceland Sigmundur David Gunnlaugsson, that is. Because judging by the way Gunnlaugsson stormed out of an interview with a Swedish news station, he’s got a few, uh... calls to make.
Tom Mitchell so loves his penis that he calls it "Elmo" and wants to donate it—not for science, exactly, but for mass admiration. Coming in somewhere between a real, live Christopher Guest character and someone who'd be profiled on a TLC reality show, Mitchell is the clear star of directors Jonah Bekhor and Zach Math's The Final Member, a documentary about the Iceland Phallological Museum that opens Friday in select cities.
If you do not follow Icelandic news closely you may have missed the fact that Ryan Gosling turned the island nation upside down this month. He'd arrived in Iceland on July 10th to work with the Icelandic editor of his directorial debut, How to Catch a Monster, and ended up being mistaken for a not insignificant number of the country's men.
On Sunday morning, Edward Snowden boarded an Aeroflot flight in Hong Kong, landing in Moscow more than 13 hours later. We think. The truth is, no one's quite sure where the NSA leaker is—Moscow? Havana? Quito? Reykjavik? (He's not on Aeroflot Flight 180, we know that much.) But we can reconstruct his movements—and speculate where he's headed.
"Gott kvöld and good evening. We are now making our final descent into Boston Logan International Airport. Please put your tray tables up, return your seats to the upright position, and could the passenger who took $300 out of Chief Purser Dagbjört's purse please return it? Once again, thank you for choosing Icelandair for all your mile-high pickpocketing needs."
As if Icelanders don't have enough to worry about — a virtually non-existant economy, frequent volcano flare ups and disturbing ways of celebrating husbands — the parliament is set to debate a new law that would make cigarettes only available by prescription. And here you are whining about how hard life is now that smoking in Central Park is banned.