…away we go! Well, nowhere in particular, but as we head out for the long weekend, a few random quotes from other critics (and critics of critics) to ponder.
"The Devil Wears Prada" is based on the best-selling novel by Lauren
Weisberger, which oddly enough captures the exact tone, language and
sophistication of the books of my childhood: There was nowhere to wipe
my sweaty palms except for the suede Gucci pants that hugged my thighs
and hips so tightly they’d both begun to tingle within minutes of my
securing the final button. This novel was on the New York Times
best-seller list for six months, and has been published in 27
countries. I hope some of the translators left the word "both" out of
Taking on the same film, Ella Taylor at the LA Weekly finds something to treasure in the finale:
What a pity, then, that in the
end, "The Devil Wears Prada" flabs out in all the usual ways, turning
every major player into a softie and bestowing on the villain-in-chief
a maternal streak that, however warped, strains all belief. Well,
almost all: Thereâ€™s got to be some encouraging malice left in a woman
who would sic the likes of Lauren Weisberger onto The Village Voice. In
the book she ends up where she belongs â€” freelancing for Seventeen, and
something Conde-Nasty called The Buzz.
At Salon, Andrew O’Hehir notes that this may be the most upbeat downbeat indie film summer in a long white, before recounting some encouraging box office numbers:
We’re bullish on America yet again this week here at Beyond the
Multiplex world HQ. OK, that’s a lie — as the latest crop of indie
films demonstrates, our country is trapped in a slowly worsening
nightmare in Iraq, and its energy policy (try to say that phrase
without snickering) is pretty much being set in the boardrooms of Big
Oil. But, hey. It’s shaping up as a terrific summer for movies, even if
you have only the vaguest idea that somebody, for some reason, made a
new Superman film.
The filmâ€™s most haunting scene finds Superman floating above the earth,
eavesdropping on layers of conversation, then becoming overwhelmed and
shutting them all out. He could be a two-fisted cousin of the angels
from "Wings of Desire." He feels guilt over needing not to be needed, if
only for an instant. Heâ€™s an extraordinary ordinary manâ€”the better
angel of our nature.
We’ll be back Wednesday.
+ The Devil Wears Prada (RogerEbert.com)
+ En Vogue (LA Weekly)
+ Film criticism or Op-Ed piece: Armond White and the smugness of torture victims (Like Anna Karina’s Sweater)
+ Beyond the Multiplex (Salon)
+ ANGEL OF AMERICA (NY Press)