One interesting article: “Rosamond Underwood and Dorothy Woodruff, two young women from Auburn, New York who moved to Colorado in 1916 to become schoolteachers.”

Just writing to second the opinion that 70mm is the way to see this film (just finished watching the restored print at the Aero Theatre in Santa Monica). It is a great movie…if only modern summer “blockbusters” were half as good.

Not at all historically accurate, but still an entertaining satire about redemption and hypocrisy (among other things)...

The first season of Dead Like Me was well written, well acted, and very creative. I think things may have started to go downhill a bit after Bryan Fuller left, and by the second season, the show had been compromised further and seemed to be relying on its weaknesses more than its strengths. Still, Dead Like Me was ahead of its time, and it was shameful that despite high ratings and a cult following Showtime canceled it to make room for things like Kirstie Alley’s “Fat Actress.”

Now, a few years later, finally seeing the error of their ways (not to mention Bryan Fuller’s massive success with Heroes and Pushing Daisies) MGM decided to resurrect Dead Like Me.

The problem is, this direct-to-DVD movie is absolutely terrible and had very little in common with the series. Characters were written out (Rube) or replaced with different actors (Daisy, George’s “undead” appearance, etc.), the storyline was thin and incoherent, the continuity was botched, the reactions of the people who die was tremendously minimized, the dialog of the reapers was out of character, the complex characters themselves were reduced to caricatures, the cheap editing and use of “graphic novel” story-boards were distracting gimmicks, Reggie’s high school appeared to be a Degrassi parody, and the movie created giant plot-holes compared to the series (e.g. in one episode, George tries to share a memory with her mother to prove who she is, the consequence is that she loses that memory; in the film, she has a long heart-to-heart with Reggie where they blithely discuss their shared childhood).

There has always been a sense that execs were meddling with this show, but in this film it is as if the creative team capitulated to every single stupid whim the “higher ups” desired.

Whatever special qualities, depth, or originality this show started out with, they are long gone. Perhaps it is fitting that the “soul” of Dead Like Me was reaped before it finally died?

Somewhat lackluster film, but I enjoyed the performances.

Excellent issue thanks to the work by and about David Foster Wallace…

Unremarkable fiction by A.M. Homes, adequate coverage of the negotiations in/over Kashmir, but over all nothing particularly interesting or well written this issue…

Diverting short story by George Saunders valiantly tries to save this issue from mediocrity (articles about Caroline Kennedy and watching the inauguration on TV were alternately snide and boring); mildly interesting article about Booker T. Washington and his biographers, eh…

The casual interview with Eric Rohmer included on this disc is wide ranging, and despite some slow spots, is very revealing about his artistic habits and ideals.

Standouts from this issue:

An interesting (if unfortunately titled) article on relief workers in Chad, near the Darfur border; highly enjoyable short fiction (“The Limner” about a deaf portrait painter) by Julian Barnes; an article on Will Oldham; and a pleasant read by Alex Ross about Elliot Carter and Messiaen.