bromance of the summer.
In a way I’m kind of sad that he’ll have to hand them off to take the helm of that other space opera (and its more pliable multi-platform empire), because I can’t think of a series of action movies that I find more purely delightful than J. J. Abrams’s reboot of the Star Trek franchise.
The content of music journalism is rarely as sophisticated as its grammar. Consider this equivocal sentence from EW.com. What initially struck me as incorrect subject/verb agreement (“…a batch…struggle[s]…”) is actually a legitimate dependent clause (“….that struggle to break free…”) modifying the prepositional phrase (“of tracks”) as indicated by the plural pronoun (“their”) and plural image of “prisons.” In other words: EACH TRACK is confined to its OWN GORGEOUS PRISON (perhaps designed by Le Corbusier) with each prison containing a multitude of prison cells from which a multitude of musical ideas STRUGGLE TO BREAK FREE from an egregious BATCH (of MAMMOTH COOKIES?) incarcerating The National’s new album. Did someone say Prison Break!? I have a feeling there will be riots at Barclays. Or a huge bake sale. Thank you grammatical goddess Kory Stamper for the art of diagramming sentences, not yet lost to obsolescence.
So concludes another riveting episode of Diagramming Sentences with Sufjan.
Watching Après Mai (a.k.a., Something in the Air) tonight, I kept thinking that cultural revolution (both the falling in and drifting out) seems so much more romantic en français.
In it, Olivier Assayas spends a couple hours floating through a beautiful sketchbook of youthful recollections — episodes inconsequential, misspent, formative, dramatic, and otherwise — and by the end, it’s almost surprising when they all really seem to add up to something.
(This also felt like a really nice companion to his Summer Hours, which focused on the other end of the age spectrum.)
Every human being is steered by several stars. Inside each person are a naive sailor, a seasoned captain, a scientist, the girl next door, a foxy redhead, a millionaire, and his wife.
Saw this cool Mother’s Day film this afternoon: count it among the elite club of franchises with good third installments. Surprisingly funny and mostly non-video gamey. I can see why Downey is leading the revolucion for more cash, although he’s probably the only Avenger that really deserves it / is irreplaceable enough to demand it.
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