Ken Tucker at New York magazine ponders what he labels "The ‘Elizabethtown’ conundrum" â€” that would be that the whole Nouveau Sincerity thing is all well, good and totally in right now, but sometimes things become so drippy that we find ourselves inspired to commit acts of violence. Or, as he more succinctly puts it, "sincerity is a tricky quality to put over in these snarky times."
Neva Chonin at the San Francisco Chronicle offers a flipside of sorts to the Tucker piece: she found herself uncomfortably in a crowd that was, she felt, inappropriately laughing throughout David Cronenberg‘s "A History of Violence."
What was going through the Metreon crowd’s collective head when it guffawed at multiple killings, one pseudo-rape, several beatings and a bundle of well-acted emotional trauma? And what does it mean that I was one of only a handful in the house who found this disturbing? Me, the gore queen. I slouched in my little aisle seat, grumpy and afraid.
Mark Caro at the Chicago Tribune talks to Susan Sarandon about all the shit she’s had to take because of her political beliefs. S’depressing. Less so are Rupert Everett‘s comments to Matea Gold in the LA Times:
"I just am in despair about show business lately and the world in general," the British actor declared, morosely picking at a fruit plate on a recent fall morning. "We’ve all turned into greedy, envious, paranoid monsters in society, really."
Getting too old for plum lead roles, darling? Oh, we love him, and we imagine he’s had a terrible time finding non-evil or non-flaming-comic-relief roles, but come now! That’s no reason to look like shit in front of the reporter and bash "MTV Cribs" like some has-been on the way back to rehab.
And John Mullan at the Guardian discusses the enduring appeal of Laurence Sterne’s "Tristram Shandy," which is sort-of adapted to film in Michael Winterbottom‘s "A Cock and Bull Story." As wee English majors, we soon discovered that "Tristram Shandy" was second only to "Finnegan’s Wake" in terms of texts you could cite all over the place, comfortable with the fact that no one else had read them either. But after watching Winterbottom’s warm-hearted film, we checked the text out from the library to give it the old post-college try, so inspired were we. It’s still sitting on our bedside table, but hell, that’s something.
+ How Sincere Is Too Sincere? (New York)
+ LIVE! RUDE! GIRL! (SF Chronicle)
+ Susan Sarandon’s ‘incredible sense of loneliness’ (Chicago Tribune)
+ The mad world of Rupert Everett (LA Times)
+ A taste of Shandy (Guardian)