MCN Curated Headlines Archive for August, 2012
The New Yorker On Neil Armstrong
Anthony Lane, 2012 and E. B. White, 1969
“Guess it sucks to be Polone these days. Maybe he should make his day job writing that lame blog.”
In Rush To Bash Premium, La Finke Fails To Note Producer Polone’s Call For Her Banishment From Polite Discourse
“In order to have a pleasant life, you have to be able to trust that people are who they say they are. And if you questioned everything you heard, you’d never get anything done.”
Bruni On Compliance, “An Essential Parable Of Human Gullibility”
“His characters were so perfectly real. He was a pretty good writer who could channel his own experiences.”
James Fogle, 75, Incarcerated Career Criminal Who Wrote Drugstore Cowboy
“Men have landed and walked on the moon.
Neil A. Armstrong, the 38-year-old commander, radioed to earth and the mission control room here: “Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.”
“People think ‘independent’ means it has to be independent subject matter, but it doesn’t, necessarily. You have a lot more freedom because you can go right to the financiers who love working directly with the filmmaker. And if you can build up a trust with them, then they just write you the check and then you go get the distributor. And then you and the financier own it.”
Robert Rodriguez Looks Forward
NEIL ARMSTRONG WAS 82
And – The Onion’s #@$!! Front Page On The Moon Landing
Plus – “For Neil Armstrong, It Was All about Landing the Eagle”
And – A Large, Beautiful Version Of Armstrong’s Smile After Walking On The Moon
Plus – The NASA Transcript Of The Apollo 11 Landing Communications
“The knotty-pine Tamarack Cafe and Movie House in Inlet, N.Y., is closing after having served that lakeside community, not far from Old Forge, since 1946.”
Resort Towns Face Last Picture Show
“Their fight pivots on a vast technological shift in the movie exhibition industry.”
Houpt On Possible Picketing Of TIFF12 Showings Over The Work Of “Digital Revisors”
“She has so much information crowding sentence after sentence that the absence of vaudeville timing is a side issue, and indeed while she was going at full steam you would swear there was no other means of transport: this, she convinces you, is the way to talk about popular art.”
Clive James Goes Hissy On Pauline Kael