TO ALL THE SATC2-haters out there, to you I say: You’ve missed the point. I LOVED the new Sex and the City movie, and I’m not afraid to say it. [click to continue…]
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Paige Smith Orloff invents sisterhood from scratch.
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TO ALL THE SATC2-haters out there, to you I say: You’ve missed the point. I LOVED the new Sex and the City movie, and I’m not afraid to say it. [click to continue…]
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PROLIFIC PHOTOGRAPHER AND FILMMAKER Poppy de Villeneuve is at it again. Back in March we highlighted her first film for T , the New York Times style magazine. (All five parts of that film, The Park, are here.) Now she’s released another, You Are Everywhere, a stripped down, meditative, surprisingly intimate view of last year’s Coachella music festival. Like much of Poppy’s work, the film seems deeply influenced by Richard Avedon’s photographic collection, In the American West (one of my favorite art books, as it happens). Enjoy this poetic film, and for more on Poppy and her influences check out our profile of her and sister Daisy, an accomplished illlustrator.
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I‘VE BEEN TRAVELING, a lot, lately, and can’t wait to settle back into what passes for a normal routine back on the home front. But my husband’s going to be out of town for work on and off for a while. Can you guess what that means? It’s all about control. [click to continue…]
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SHIRLEY MACLAINE MAY be more famous these days for metaphysical musings than for movie stardom, but I can’t forget her indelible performances in some of my very favorite sister flicks. (Terms of Endearment? Steel Magnolias?) Today, for her 75th birthday, I want to toast Shirley MacLaine in a way I didn’t really have the chutzpah to do properly the one time I met her. Once upon a time, you see, I worked in Hollywood. [click to continue…]
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A FEW WEEKS BACK, I wrote a post here about my efforts to become part of what I affectionately think of as Crock Pot Nation–all those working sisters (and, to be fair, I’m sure some guys, too) who have embraced the homely slow cooker as a means of serving (healthy, homemade) dinner promptly without blowing a gasket. Apparently, I’m not alone, judging by the number of (excellent) responses I got, ranging from timesaving tips to recipes to rants. The popularity of slow cooking sent me, where else, back to Google, to see if there were any slow-cooker recipes that sisters seemed particularly eager to share, and lo and behold, I found a favorite: tortilla soup. [click to continue…]
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WRITER AND ARTIST Stephanie Tames has an amazing story about sisterhood on the downslope of life in today’s Washington Post. Humor and disappointment both factor into Sister Act, her remembrance of a shopping expedition with her two older sisters. Read it, laugh, and weep. For more about Stephanie and her artwork, visit her website. According to the Post, she’s working on a book–can’t wait to read it.
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A FEW WEEKS BACK, Margaret Roach and I started talking about dark movies–the depressing, emotionally draining, deeply resonant ones that aren’t always what you want to take on, but can be just the ticket for certain moods. Well, with apologies to T.S. Eliot, we’re about to enter the cruelest month, the hard, cold days of February. (Even the radio weatherman today said, “If you can just get through the next month, you’re home free.”) What time could be better for some dark and stormy cinema? [click to continue…]
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LEGENDARY ACTIVIST LAWYER William Kunstler is now the subject of a documentary, William Kunstler: Disturbing the Universe, premiering at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival, which opened today in Park City, Utah. This is no ordinary biography, though. The film is directed and produced by two of Kunstler’s four daughters. Sisters Emily and Sarah Kunstler, who were teenagers when their father died, say that “Making this film has been a magical way of bringing him back to life.” [click to continue…]
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I MAY BE alone in having missed the Mamma Mia! phenomenon. Though I vaguely recall seeing the now-iconic poster in every city I visited over the last few years, and I knew the film came out last year, I guess I didn’t get just how big a deal the show–and the film–were. So when the H (that’s my husband) put it in our Netflix queue, my reaction was a subdued, “Oh yeah, I wanted to see that,” and I moved on to any number of the other myriad things that clutter up my (ever-diminishing) brain space. As it turns out, I was missing out.
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THE H (AS I refer to my darling husband) and I have a serious Netflix habit. We’re movie-lovers with limited local theatrical options, not to mention no cable TV, so we are dependent upon the mail to bring us our entertainment. For a few months now, one of the red envelopes we’ve had lurking around the house contained a film that the H rented on the advice of a movie-savvy friend, who swore it was the best movie he saw last year.
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