David Edelstein on Indignation and Little Men... Matt Zoller Seitz on BoJack Horseman... Christian Loerntzen on Jay McInerney's Bright, Precious Days.
Dead Man on Campus James Schamus’s Indignation is the best Philip Roth film adaptation by a mile.
PHILIP ROTH'S 2008 novel Indignation opens with lines from e.e. cummings’s “i sing of Olaf glad and big,” which celebrates a conscientious objector who refuses to go to war: “Olaf (upon what were once knees)/does almost ceaselessly repeat/ ‘there is some shit I will not eat.’” Marcus Messner, the Newark-raised hero of Roth’s novel and James Schamus’s intense new film, takes a similarly valiant stand against coprophagy. As one of the few Jewish freshmen in the class of 1955 at (the fictional) Wines burg College in Ohio, Marcus (Logan Lerman) strives to throw off the weight of multiple patriarchs: his crazily overprotective father (Danny Burstein), a kosher butcher; the school’s censorious dean (Tracy Letts); and, perhaps, God Himself. This is the stuff of most coming-of-age sagas, comic and tragic, and Roth, of course, made his name with the former. Indignation is on the other end. In the film’s prologue, our rebel takes a bayonet in the stomach in Korea—and ruminates in voice-over on how a nice Jewish boy could have made such catastrophic choices.
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Drowning in Slop - A thriving underground economy is clogging the internet with AI garbage-and it's only going to get worse.
SLOP started seeping into Neil Clarke's life in late 2022. Something strange was happening at Clarkesworld, the magazine. Clarke had founded in 2006 and built into a pillar of the world of speculative fiction. Submissions were increasing rapidly, but “there was something off about them,” he told me recently. He summarized a typical example: “Usually, it begins with the phrase ‘In the year 2250-something’ and then it goes on to say the Earth’s environment is in collapse and there are only three scientists who can save us. Then it describes them in great detail, each one with its own paragraph. And then—they’ve solved it! You know, it skips a major plot element, and the final scene is a celebration out of the ending of Star Wars.” Clarke said he had received “dozens of this story in various incarnations.”
The City Politic- The Other Eric Adams Scandal The NYPD shot a fare evader, a cop, and two bystanders. He defends it.
On Sunday, September 15, Derell Mickles hopped a turnstile, got asked to leave by cops, then entered the subway again ten minutes later through an emergency exit. This was at the Sutter Avenue L station, out by his mother's house, five stops from the end of the line. Police said they noticed he was holding a folded knife. They followed him up the stairs to the elevated train, asking him 38 times to drop the weapon.
Can the Media Survive?
BIG TECH, Feckless Owners, CORD-CUTTERS, RESTIVE STAFF, Smaller Audiences ... and the Return of PRINT?
Status Update
Hannah Gadsby's fascinatingly untidy tour through life after fame and death.
A Matter of Perspective
A Matter of Perspective Steve McQueen's worst film is still a solid WWII drama.
Creator, Destroyer
A retrospective reveals an architect's vision, optimism, and supreme arrogance.
In Praise of Bad Readers
In a time of war, there is a danger in surveying the world as if it were a novel.
Trust the Kieran Culkin Process
First, he nearly dropped out of Oscar hopeful A Real Pain. Then he convinced Jesse Eisenberg to change the way he directs.
The Funniest Vampires on TV
What We Do in the Shadows is coming to an end. Its idiosyncratic brand of comedy may be too.
The Water-Tower Penthouse
Gigi Loizzo and Angel Molina's apartment on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx looks out on Yankee Stadium.
