Letters from Iwo Jima

An unexpectedly amusing variation on an old French theme

There is a certain wit to Valerie Breiman’s Love and Sex that makes it something more than a complete waste of an evening. As Dr. Johnson said of the Giant’s Causeway, it is worth seeing but not worth going to see. Could he have been looking forward to the age of videotape? The story makes…

The now familiar practice of making machines into the heroes of our favorite technological romances has taken another leap forward.

A fitfully engaging thriller, as such things go these days, which falls apart in the last ten minutes

Absolute Power is a typical product of the Clint Eastwood line of knock-off existentialist heroes: a vehicle, that is, for yet another mythologization of the high-plains-drifter/man-with-no-name anti-hero whom neither old Clint nor his devoted audience ever seems to get tired of. I got tired of it myself a long time ago, so I should probably…

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