In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position of authority over those who offer up their work — and their reputations — to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and even more fun to read. But the bitter truth... Continue Reading →
Anora, No Thank You
I stopped taking the Oscars seriously in 1999 when Steven Spielberg won Best Director, but his epic Saving Private Ryan did not win Best Picture. Wouldn’t the “Best” Director have directed the “Best” Picture? No, the forgettable, Harvey Weinstein-produced Shakespeare in Love took the glory, and you can now find DVD copies of it near... Continue Reading →