February 25, 2008

bitch is the new black

Sorry, didn't realize that NBC had pulled the utube version.
Here is the official (full) NBC version of last week's Weekend Update on SNL.

February 21, 2008

Gustave Courbet

Marine: The Waterspout, 1870

Pretty exciting....Gustave Courbet at the Metropolitan Museum (
The Tisch Galleries, 2nd floor) beginning THIS Wednesday, February 27, 2008 through May 18, 2008.

I went today thinking the show was already open, but still got to spend a bunch of time checking out the incredible, Marine: Waterspout, which is part of the permanent collection.

This will be the first full retrospective of the French artist Gustave Courbet (1819� - 1877) in 30 years, presenting some 130 works by this pioneering figure in the history of modernism, from his seminal manifesto-paintings of the 1850s to the views of his native Ornans and portraits of his friends and family. They are accompanied by a selection of 19th-century photographs that relate to his work, especially his landscapes and nudes. The works are drawn from public and private collections in the U.S. and abroad.

I have linked an interesting article from the NY Review of Books.

February 15, 2008

another woman (1988)

For the final film in his unofficial dramatic trilogy (Interiors and September the other two), Woody Allen wrote and directed perhaps his finest dramatic film to date, Another Woman.

Another Woman
revolves almost entirely around an amazing lead performance from Gena Rowlands (Woman Under the Influence). Rowlands plays Marion, a highly regarded author and professor of philosophy who has just turned fifty. She has managed to live nearly her entire life without giving emotionally of herself, and she seems to have no knowledge of the pain and hurt this has caused those around her. Hoping to find a quiet place to work on her new book, Marion rents an apartment, only to find that she can hear conversations from next door, coming through her vent. She becomes fascinated with these conversations between a psychiatrist and his patient Hope (Mia Farrow), hearing problems that echoed her own at one time. The eavesdropping eventually triggers a chain of events that leads to a self-examination of Marion's own life and character.

We are shown her husband, played by Ian Holm, her step daughter (Martha Plimpton), a possible lover she once rejected (Gene Hackman), her brother, and many other people from Marion's life. Each scene reveals to the audience more and more about Marion, the emotionally bankrupt woman who has placed all her energy into her work, and has had none to give to the people around her that she should have loved.

Another Woman is a truly fascinating film, fully delivering the Bergman-esque potential that Allen had demonstrated nearly 10 years earlier with Interiors. The plot is remarkably similar to Bergman's Wild Strawberries, and Allen sought out and aquired Bergman's famed cinematographer Sven Nykvist (Cries and Whispers) to shoot the film. The film is visually gorgeous, intellectually stimulating, and emotionally charged. The best of his serious works, Another Woman is essential viewing.

anonymous review

February 5, 2008

new york, new york

In Earliest Morning - James Schuyler


an orange devours
the crusts of clouds and you,
getting up, put on
your daily life
grown somewhat shabby, worn
but comfortable, like old jeans: at the least,
familiar. Water
boils, coffee
scents the air
and level light plunges
among the layering boughs of a balsam fir
and enflames its trunk.
Other trees are scratched
lightly on the west.
A purposeful mutt
makes dark marks
in blue dew. The day
offers so much, holds
so little or is it
simply you who
asking too much take
too little? It is
merely morning
so always marvelously
gratuitous and undemanding,
freighted with messages
and meaning: such
as, day
is different from the night
for some; see
the south dazzle
in an effulgence
thrown out by an ocean;
a myriad iridescence
of green;
the shape
of the cold egg
you break
and with a fork
again break
and stir and pour
into a pan, where it lightly hisses.
The sediment
in your mind sinks
as something rises
in it, a thought
perhaps, like a tree when it
is just two green
crumpled bits of tape
secured to grit; a
memory-beyond
a box of Gold Dust
laundry soap a cherry
in full flower and
later full of fruit;
a face, a name
without a face,
water with a name:
Mediterranean, Cazenovia, or
iced, or
to be flushed
away; a
flash of
good humor, no
more than a
wink; and the sun
dims its light
behind a morning
Times of cloud.

from 1972
(thank you sk)