Gail: We’re gonna be preventing in regards to the vitality factor perpetually, however I proceed to make sure that future generations, trapped in an overheated, air-polluted, water-short world, will look again with horror on the time an American president stated he didn’t imagine in international warming and ginned up oil drilling.
I think you may have a second …
Bret: Second, I simply don’t assume all of the po-faced disapproval of Trump achieves something. Prefer it or not, you and I and the remainder of America are locked into this movie show for the following 4 years. Cross the popcorn.
Gail: We could also be caught with him, however we’ve acquired to maintain preventing the nice battle. Must admit I’ve began simply going off to films alone, in the midst of the afternoon, to keep away from Trump-think. Watching the Bob Dylan biopic was an awesome distraction from the cupboard nominees.
Seen something good currently? Sure, I’m making an attempt to vary the topic.
Bret: On the flight to California I made myself watch “Reagan,” a biopic starring Dennis Quaid because the fortieth president. The movie was so cringingly conceived, so badly acted, so imbecilically scripted and so moronically executed that it briefly turned me, a Reagan fan, right into a communist. However I’m eager to see the Dylan biopic, together with “The Brutalist,” which I hear is terrific.
And talking of terrific, Gail, make sure you learn Andy Webster’s obituary for Jules Feiffer, the nice Village Voice cartoonist who died earlier this month at 95. I can’t say I used to be all the time in tune with Feiffer’s politics, however I all the time beloved his honesty, his originality, his artfulness and playfulness. He captured my type of folks: good, neurotic, involved, confused, unmistakably Jewish New Yorkers. And he by no means stop. When he was requested final yr after the publication of a graphic novel for middle-schoolers whether or not he had a brand new undertaking, he replied: “What a silly query. After all.”
