The Auteur of Unease
What Kathryn Bigelow understands about the war on terror that no other director does
How highly improbable that, of all the working Hollywood directors—the grandiose (James Cameron) and the action-addicted (Ridley Scott), the melodramatic (Steven Spielberg) and the blood-obsessed (Quentin Tarantino), the grizzled (Clint Eastwood) and the conspiratorial (Oliver Stone)—Kathryn Bigelow should be the one to best channel the global war on terror. READ MORE >>
The Revealer
All Talk
In the days leading up to this September 11, CNN's commemorative tribute "America Remembers" occasionally cut to footage of a reporter on that day last year, blank faced, hair covered in soot. The reporter would force out the plain facts, insofar as they were known--"We hear another plane has crashed"--then fall silent, forgetting the usual first-name banter with the anchors. Sometimes the stunned reporter even got the day wrong--"Here, this Wednesday morning ... READ MORE >>
Upwardly Mobile
If you believe the South Carolina autopsy reports, John McCain was done in by people like Mary Johnston. A church volunteer who writes frequent letters to the editor, Johnston is the exotic evangelical species reporters blamed for McCain's crushing defeat. As the story goes, she and her church buddies dragged George W. Bush from the mainstream to the fringe right, turned him into a raving theocrat, and levitated him to victory. READ MORE >>
The Octopus
You’re straining to see over the heads of about a million reporters seeding the White House lawn, but you’re not sure what there is to see. There is a limo parked right up to the curb, and you imagine maybe Monica will step out in her trench coat, like she did last night on TV. Instead, the door to the Roosevelt Room swings open, and Senator Dianne Feinstein steps out. (Or is that Barbara Boxer?) The press octopus makes a lunge for her, but the tiny figure in lavender merely smiles, chirps “See ya later” and disappears into the shiny car. READ MORE >>
The Madness of Speaker Newt
I am the King. I cannot rest. I must rule. Half the day is gone already. -the celluloid King George III, as he goes mad READ MORE >>