Hell is a place...
As I've been reading up on Germans and their strange ways, this pithy aphorism Susan Stern mentions struck me as quite a fantastic cocktail-party comment: "Hell, according to one version of an old, tired joke, is a place where the cooks are all British, the policemen all Italian, the lovers all German, and the mechanics all French."On a completely unrelated note, I'd just like to air my personal rant against David Denby of the New Yorker for spoiling the ending of Woody Allen's new highly-acclaimed movie "Match Point" in last issue's "The Current Cinema." Us poor deprived souls in Hong Kong have to suffer the cultural drought of this city, which means that I am trying to experience the film vicariously through reading as many reviews of the film as I can. But what gives him the right to give away the crucial twist in a movie review?! Any self-respecting movie critic knows what plot details are inappropriate to divulge in a review that makes NO disclaimer as to the betrayal of such an important, crucial plot crux??
All goes to show, Anthony Lane is so much better. (Okay fine, only sometimes. But he's witty, and British to boot.)
posted by joyce @ 4:09 PM
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