The Emmys (AKA Self-Aggrandizement)
I waited for a day before writing about the Emmy Awards on Monday evening. They generated the lowest ratings in the history of the event. I didn't want to be rash. But
Prison (Dumb Ass Stupid Management)
The Liberty Hotel in Boston is a fascinating property. It's a former prison, so their "do not disturb" signs say "solitary," and the bars and restaurants are called "The Clink" and "Alibi" and "The Yard" and so forth. Very clever. The
Jumping the Dragon (A Critique of Game of Thrones)
Game of Thrones is "off the book," meaning the writers are no longer using the work of author R.R. Martin. The episode this past Sunday shows the decline in creativity, drama, and common sense. NOTE: TRIGGER WARNING, SAFE ZONE SEEKING, I'M
Providence: The Incompetence of Small Numbers
Rhode Island has well under a million adults. Providence, the capital, is by far the largest city and the Greater Providence Area probably has about 400,000 people. But the state has almost 20 geopolitical jurisdictions, so it needs 20 chiefs
Well, Hello, Dolly
Hello, Dolly is over half a century old on Broadway alone, and based on Thornton Wilder’s 1938 book, The Merchant of Yonkers. And that was based on an 1835 English play, A Day Well Spent. The setting of the work
I Am Not Spartacus
We were at a well-respected theater last night and saw a play that was so bad—derivative, insipid, predictable—with horrible writing, mindless directing and, quite rare for this place, amateur acting. (One guy recited lines as if he couldn't wait to
Fences
We had seen August Wilson's Fences on Broadway, and I decided to watch the movie on the ten-hour return flight from Greece. This was, by a distance too large to assign a coherent number, by far the best movie of the
Hidden Figures
After wasting hours on La La Land and Moonlight, we finally watched a terrific movie last night, Hidden Figures. I had been told that this was really the top film, and of the ones I've seen, it's no contest. (Synopsis:
Lights, Camera, Little Action
My wife and I watched four movies over the past couple of days: Moonlight: This won the Oscar for best picture, and I wouldn't even recommend watching it on a 16-hour plane ride unless you needed help sleeping. It's unbearably slow,
The Critic
We just got around to seeing Moonlight, the Oscar winning film, and I found it tedious and self-indulgent. It's as if someone found unfinished notes and published them as a book, not bothering to make connections, meaning, or dramatic tension.