I was in a small group meeting recently to discuss the progress a certain web-based publication has made in reaching and developing its audience. The person running the meeting wanted to show us a few important graphs, and it was then that we all heard these alarming words:
Given enough time, cinematic ideology ceases to matter. Who today, watching Marlon Brando seethe through On the Waterfront (1954), would ding the film’s callous portrayal of union officials? One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975) is affecting even in eras that practice institutionalization without apology. That the passing years sand the edges from political movies bodes well for Killers of the Flower Moon, a 3 1/2-hour land acknowledgment that is also a masterpiece of epic filmmaking. In 50 years, even conservatives will likely concede that it is among director Martin Scorsese’s greatest works.
Kelsey Grammer’s Frasier Crane, a character whose televised exploits now span nearly four decades, was even at his inception not just a misfit but an anachronism.
San Francisco is a comedic kind of city in which residents see and acknowledge all the problems with living there and have thus far refused to do anything about any of them.
Rep. Anthony D'Esposito introduced an expulsion resolution against his fellow New Yorker one day before Rep. George Santos is expected to plead not guilty to federal charges of stealing campaign donors' identities and credit card information.
Former President George W. Bush, the former Rangers owner, will throw out the ceremonial first pitch before Texas plays the Arizona Diamondbacks in the World Series opener on Friday night.
Taylor Swift has become to America what “bread and circuses” were to the Roman Empire (which is just one of the many reasons you should still probably be talking about the Roman Empire, but I digress). She’s a talented singer and entertainer and, based on the records she broke over the summer, adored by many people nationwide. But we need to stop giving her so much attention — especially those who care to protect the lives of the unborn.
There have been expensive wristwatches for as long as there have been wristwatches of any kind, but it took the arrival of the smartphone and various other digital assistants to light a fire under the “luxury timepiece” business. There’s some justification for it, actually. After a brief and embarrassing period of Apple Watch mania, we all now understand that this much-coveted supercomputer-on-the-wrist is simply a closer and more humiliating leash to one’s employer, a public declaration of fealty to the imperious demands of email and Slack messages that can vibrate one’s pulse point instead of one’s pocket tackle.