Gail: We’re gonna be combating concerning the power factor eternally, however I proceed to ensure that future generations, trapped in an overheated, air-polluted, water-short world, will look again with horror on the time an American president mentioned he didn’t imagine in world warming and ginned up oil drilling.
I believe you have got a second …
Bret: Second, I simply don’t suppose all of the po-faced disapproval of Trump achieves something. Prefer it or not, you and I and the remainder of America are locked into this movie show for the subsequent 4 years. Cross the popcorn.
Gail: We could also be caught with him, however we’ve bought to maintain combating the nice combat. Need to admit I’ve began simply going off to motion pictures alone, in the midst of the afternoon, to keep away from Trump-think. Watching the Bob Dylan biopic was a terrific distraction from the cupboard nominees.
Seen something good currently? Sure, I’m making an attempt to vary the topic.
Bret: On the flight to California I made myself watch “Reagan,” a biopic starring Dennis Quaid because the fortieth president. The movie was so cringingly conceived, so badly acted, so imbecilically scripted and so moronically executed that it briefly turned me, a Reagan fan, right into a communist. However I’m eager to see the Dylan biopic, together with “The Brutalist,” which I hear is terrific.
And talking of terrific, Gail, you’ll want to learn Andy Webster’s obituary for Jules Feiffer, the nice Village Voice cartoonist who died earlier this month at 95. I can’t say I used to be at all times in tune with Feiffer’s politics, however I at all times cherished his honesty, his originality, his artfulness and playfulness. He captured my sort of individuals: sensible, neurotic, involved, confused, unmistakably Jewish New Yorkers. And he by no means stop. When he was requested final yr after the publication of a graphic novel for middle-schoolers whether or not he had a brand new mission, he replied: “What a silly query. In fact.”