Freelance journalist. Obsessed with US TV, memoirs, and pizza. Tweets a lot. Abhors onions.
A few months ago, while he was underwhelming the rest of the world, Tom Hanks’ most recent character, fiftysomething college student/Julia Roberts-seducer Larry Crowne, sent me into a downward spiral. Maybe not a full-blown nervous breakdown, but certainly an unbecoming, hyperventilating, snot-and-tears meltdown. (To quote Ethan Hawke in one of my favourite films, “Do you […]
Step aside, Sarah Michelle Gellar in Ringer. Step aside, Sarah Michelle Gellar in Buffy.
The first time I saw Brenda Walsh, she was sitting at a breakfast bar, extolling the virtues of California fruit. Her bangs were a smidge too short, her clothes more St. Paul than Beverly Hills. But she seemed happy as she chewed on a twelve-calorie slice of kiwi.
Taking a long hard look at my life, I have to admit, I feel like a loser. It’s OK. You don’t have to tell me that it can’t be as bad as all that. Stats are stats.
I bought Reality Bites on VHS in 1995, when I was 16, in those primitive days when you had to wait around a year to see a movie you’d missed in the theater. As I paid, my dad asked the sales clerk what it was about. “It’s a minor slacker film that teens seem to […]