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[See “Our Childless Dystopia” in The New Atlantis of Winter, 2007, under “Articles”]
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Yet another exercise in Bush-bashing from the Hollywood propaganda machine
Religious wildcatters and spiritual entrepreneurs have long been a part of the American story. It was only a matter of time before someone brought the Holocaust into the show
Boy! I thought this kind of crude, anti-American propaganda went out with the 1970s. A combination of Michael Moore and Bush-hatred appears to have brought it back
The Gingerbread Man, directed by Robert Altman from a story by John Grisham is a kind of cross between Deliverance and Fatal Attraction—that is a meditation on how bad things happen to nice yuppies when they fall victim to wily backwoodsmen or “white trash tramps” or various sorts of throwbacks still lurking around the edges…
Holy Smoke by Jane Campion is a movie whose most basic assumptions—arising out of a weirdly anachronistic, 1970s-vintage view of bourgeois life—makes it rather difficult to like. From the first glimpse she gives us of “Sans Souci, Sydney,” an overhead shot of acres of tiled-roof bungalows that bespeaks “suburbia,” we know that Miss Campion’s sympathies…
