There’s still plenty of time for Jessica Alba to become my generation’s Meryl Streep

THIS PLEASES ME

Damn. This book was supposedly so great. I feel like everyone who really loves it… they must not have ever been exposed to diddly-squat when it comes to transgendered themes, so reading this was some real revelatory experience for them. And that is great, I mean it’s great that people are stepping outside themselves a bit and really connecting with these issues of sexuality and gender that they maybe never thought of before, but I reserve some small personal right to begrudge them the popular success of their eye-opener. Not worth a Pulitzer in any way, shape or form. A solid beach book. The fact that this is so vaunted is some kind of ironic exoticism.

This was my bus book from Annsley. New York to Maine. I enjoyed its narrator and I felt that the style, swinging between his present and his past, was well executed. Reminded me of Jeanette Winterson’s books but less self-consciously “smart”.

Worthwhile only for people who are totally unfamiliar with autism. If you, like me, are interested in it and picked up the book hoping to gain more insight into the disorder, or (again, like me) you like murder mysteries and hoped to get a really fresh and interesting take on the genre, you will probably be disappointed by what amounts to fluffy gimmick lit.

This movie features this apparently standard conceit in film wherein a woman being brutalized by a man starts to get into it. I will never understand this and it turns me off from every movie that contains it, that enough people would consider that realistic and important to a film enough to include it.

“Yikes you’re beating me up and forcing me to have sex with you… mm oh yeah wait this is hot never mind”

PLOT/DEVELOPMENT OF CHARACTERS != FURTHERED

I seriously hate it when a movie has a rape scene where the lady/victim changes her mind from “YIKES I’M BEING RAPED” to “ooh yeah baby this is kinda H-O-T-T”. and this movie has one of those in it, and it made me go GAWWWWWWWWD YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME

This movie was utterly horrifying to me, and I’ve watched an enormous variety and number of “horrifying” or “upsetting” films. I watched it with the abuses and tortues at Abu Ghraib so fresh in my mind that I could not stop feeling as though I was witnessing something specifically tailored to that tragedy.

Rich in metaphor, there’s something wrong with your analytical skills if this movie doesn’t absolutely give you pause for thought at the very least.

This may be my new favourite movie.

on smith street in brooklyn new york. around 9pm, 11/15/05.