Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild

“You mean… They killed her?” asked David. “They ate her,” said Brother Number One. “With porridge. That’s what ‘ran away and was never seen again’ means in these parts. It means ‘eaten.’ ” “Um, and what about ‘happily ever after’?” asked David, a little uncertainly. “What does that mean?” “Eaten quickly,” said Brother Number One.Continue reading “Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild”

Because this is more fun than writing my own reviews

Oh what the hell – I’ll link to Stephanie Zacharek’s review of “300.” The world may wonder which character in this computer-generated extravaganza is President Bush’s stand-in — but that’s the wrong question to ask. Yes. But the film has a poreless, waxen quality, as if all sensuality had been P.airbrushed out of it: TheContinue reading “Because this is more fun than writing my own reviews”

Tonight We Dine On Spilt Milk

Just because it’s fun to rip apart the other end of the spectrum… Here is my (cheeky) take on Slate’s review of “300” (I’m not linking to it – they rot enough people’s brains as it is): “A Movie Only a Spartan Could Love” But tell us how you really feel about the unwashed masses,Continue reading “Tonight We Dine On Spilt Milk”

Yet another Internet love-fest…

I don’t go looking for reasons to dislike the human race, honest. They seem to plop into my lap out of the ether itself. From a comment thread regarding the latest American Idol dust-up: Do you have a daughter? Is this whore the type of person that you want her to look up to andContinue reading “Yet another Internet love-fest…”