The moments of calm are what make Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver such an arresting film. Writer Paul Schrader created a story about an addled man, disgusted by the real and perceived filth of society, who would prefer to live…
This movie made me fall in love with cinema all over again.
In the last year, NYT Standards editor Phil Corbett notes, the paper has used “hipster” more than 250 times, leading him to determine that:
Hipster’s second life as hip slang seems to have lost its freshness. And with so many appearances, I’m not sure how precise a meaning it conveys. It may still be useful occasionally, but let’s look for alternatives and try to give it some rest.
“It is incredible how awful the once feted director M Night Shyamalan has become and how he is still allowed to make big-budget films. I didn’t think it was possible for him to make something worse than his Lady in the Water or The Happening. But he has managed it.”—Peter Bradshaw on ‘The Last Airbender’. One of my favourite film critics.
“You don’t need to worry too much, Alex," he told me. "If you’re able not to worry too much, that will help you. If you’re able to accept that life is for living, then all you do is live as well as you can, behave yourself, be fair to other people, and hope for the best. That’s all you can do. And you might as well have fun because you never know, you might die tomorrow." I hadn’t seen him as lucid as this for months. He seemed perked up by this all-too-rare chance to impart some more wisdom to a grandchild. And he was quite right, of course. Perhaps I shouldn’t spend too long fretting about my long life and actually live it.”—Alex Horne, ‘Who Wants to Live Forever?’, The Observer, 8/8/10.
“On most people they look like hell, but, to be honest, they are very comfortable and functional, and are essential in the fashion silhouette of the moment, which is the inverted triangle consisting of masses of thick Medusa-like hair and a poufy tunic sort of top over pipestem legs and twelve-inch stiletto heels.”…
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“I froze before the keyboard. I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. No poems, no prose, no words. The pain cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify it or push it outside or find its beauty within.”—Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via knockturn) (via yerawizardharry) (via anderalexander)