Books and Arts
Mindy Kaling: TV's Smartest Airhead
September 26, 2012
What Mindy Kaling gets about work-love balance that most rom-com writers don't.
Take the ‘Vagina’ Quiz
September 17, 2012
Can you tell the difference between Naomi Wolf's prose and Wiccan literature? Or Cosmo?
The Tedious Accuracy of Jay Pharoah’s Obama Impersonation
September 16, 2012
Jay Pharaoh's Obama impersonation on Saturday Night Live is too realistic for its own good.
There Will Be Dud: Paul Thomas Anderson’s First Mediocre Movie
September 14, 2012
I wanted "The Master" to be great. Instead, it's a pretentious dud.
A Small Norwegian Film and the Critic Who Praised It
September 12, 2012
"Oslo, August 31st" is a film in love with life and light and faces, and it just came out on DVD.
Disco and Dinosaurs in L.A.’s Contemporary Art World
September 06, 2012
Reading about the latest controversy at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles—the apparently forced resignation of the longtime head curator Paul Schimmel over the pop-culture exhibitions that the new director Jeffrey Deitch is bringing to the museum—I experienced my usual feelings of disbelief.
‘Lawless’ is ‘Bonnie and Clyde’-Lite
September 03, 2012
"Lawless" is an excuse to round up some attractive actors and let them loose. That doesn't mean it's not worth seeing.
Music of the RNC, Then and Now
August 31, 2012
Republicans know a great, great deal about the power of popular music in the merchandising of ideology for electoral gain
A Serial Killer Movie You Can’t Watch in America
August 24, 2012
It is called The Black Panther, and for the moment at least it cannot be seen in America. I daresay it deserves another title, now, one that avoids suggestions of horror or intimations of radical black politics. There is horror in this movie, though our standards for that genre have changed so much since 1977, when the film very briefly opened in Britain.
August 24, 2012
We played in the shadow Of murderers’ at work, Kneading soldiers out of mud, Stepping on them When we were done playing. Girls walking the streets Gave us bread to eat. An old dog with a limp Kept us warm at night As we huddled in doorways. My friends, my playmates, We never saw the dead, Only the birds scatter After we heard the gunshots And ducked our heads. This poem appeared in the September 13, 2012 issue of the magazine.