A propos of “Sanity: an obituary” my New Criterion media column for September, the great Charles Krauthammer has lately joined the chorus of the bien pensant calling for the Washington Redskins to change their name — in his case on the curious ground that, as he implies, the word has evolved over the past 50 years, like…
Are Americans getting to be the good guys in the movies once again? Well, maybe not altogether so.
An enjoyable comedy like the earlier films of Nicole Holofcener but one which ultimately denies its own pretensions to seriousness
Does American journalism have any purpose besides sniffing out racism or scandal, or the scandal of racism? — From The New Criterion of September, 2013
The Seventh Annual Summer Movie Series looked at the war movies of the past seventy years — From The American Spectator of September, 2013
In today’s Wall Street Journal, Karl Rove claims to think that President Obama’s “dishonest and ad hominem attacks against his political opposition” are a response to his own declining poll numbers. “To listen to his rhetoric, there are no honest differences with Republicans; his opponents are not wrong but wicked, motivated by vicious desires to…
Comic gangsters reassure us that, even in the most civilized of countries, civilization is for suckers.
Another amusingly incoherent apologia for prolonging male adolescence from the authors of Shaun of the Dead
In the debate — and for once it really is a debate — over Western intervention in the Syrian civil war, we are hearing an awful lot about “credibility,” especially American credibility. Indeed, both pros and cons seem to agree that what we would be fighting for there, assuming we do fight, is pretty much…
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but the content of their character,” said Martin Luther King back in 1963. Perhaps you heard about it. How wonderful! How sublime! How inspirational for Americans still…
A propos of my New Atlantis article below on “Breaking Bad,” I got around to watching Sunday’s episode last night and found myself not alone in being puzzled by the ending. I had a vague recollection of some business with the Ricin cigarette and the boy, Brock, whom Jesse thought Walt had poisoned, but I…
