It’s time for the New England Patriots' 71-year-old coach, Bill Belichick, to retire. This isn't an indictment of the enigmatic, hoodie-clad coach’s illustrious career, which resulted in six Super Bowl titles. Instead, it's a call for closing the door on a now-bygone era in the NFL. This period wasn’t merely the epoch of Belichick; it was the Belichick-Tom Brady era — a two-decade-long dynasty that increasingly seems to be more attributable to Brady's football acumen than Belichick’s alleged coaching wizardry.
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.