Maybe the magic of cinema is bound to fade with so much high-quality entertainment emerging on cable television and from streaming media companies, but all in all, going to the movies was just more satisfying 10 years ago.
It’s been 25 years since Goodfellas was released, on September 19, 1990—long enough for us to become so jaded about the gangland genre that Mob shenanigans are old hat.
Okay, maybe it’s just sour grapes, but books about enjoying the good life in foreign lands can really annoy me. You know them. A single woman/recently widowed man/tired-of-the-rat-race couple buys a farmhouse/villa/ruin in Italy/France/Greece. They encounter all sorts of quirky characters, befriend some warmhearted locals who help them overcome setbacks and settle happily into the sun-drenched landscape.
July 14 is not only a celebratory day for Francophiles, but for space geeks, too. Today marks two important events in the history of space exploration. Fifty years ago to the day, the Mariner 4 spacecraft completed a successful flyby of Mars, treating us earthlings to the first-ever images of the Martian surface. And this evening, NASA scientists expect to receive a signal indicating that the New Horizons spacecraft has completed a flyby of Pluto, zipping past some 7,800 miles above the surface.
I don’t have much in common with Plum Kettle, the 300-pound, 20-something heroine of Dietland. For one thing, […]
Today marks the 55th anniversary of the marriage of the late Princess Margaret of England to photographer Antony Armstrong-Jones. The Westminster Abbey wedding was huge news in 1960, and it was the first British royal wedding to be televised. For most of us that’s not a landmark event, but it makes me think of a shoe. More on that later, but first, back to poor Margaret.
Downton Abbey has been off the air for a month, but perhaps you’re still mourning the absence of the Crawleys and their retainers. Goodness knows, the announcement that next season will be the last is enough to send any TV-watching Anglophile into a tailspin. In your Downton-less state, do you don a tux for dinner? Or snipe at your friends, à la the Dowager Countess, “Don’t be defeatist, dear. It’s terribly middle-class”? Well, as Mrs. Hughes might say, a fresh weed is better than a wilted rose. Meaning, Peaky Blinders may be the perfect antidote.