I love the European theatre come-ons; the little sister smoking, knowing much better, Ginger Rogers' Mum playing her Mum; it is a perfect Lubitsch copy, in the sense that it is just a copy & not the real thing.
What happened to Wilder? Where did he get so ugly & bitter? Lubitsch, ne'er in his lowest points e'er got bitter or cynical or ugly in his art.
Winona, young & beautiful. I was in a band bearing her name. |
Then there is Fran. Fran Lebowitz is my new favorite person. I know I know, I guess I should have read her books. I checked on Amazon & since there is a new movie oot aboot her all her books cost a thousand dollars each, which means: Very soon her books will be published w/ her most recent picture on the cover & a mention of the Scorsese film, Public Speaking. In the meantime, I would just like to say: I could listen to that woman talk forever. No one in the media talks aboot books anymore, or authors, I mean, really.
But, the best thing she said was aboot the AIDS endemic in the 80s. She says, Not only did we lose thousands of amazing artists, but we also lost their (our) audience.
She is right. She would know, working for Warhol, in the early Interview days. When AIDS happened, it removed a slice of critical thought & appreciation & passion that has crippled us since. In many ways, the best of us, critically, have soldiered on, knowing deep in our hearts, that those who have passed on, knew better, know better than us.
And that is a sad thought.
Yet, we must move on. Demand the most from our artists, ne'er let them slide by on fame or celebrity.
I am not one who believes there is a difference between "art" & "pop". They are all and the same.
Happy New Year! I LOVE YOU ALL!
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