<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:30:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Barsanti Nexus</title><description>In which Chris Barsanti, a freelance writer and member of New York Film Critics Online and the National Book Critics Circle, fulsomely opines on the merits (or lack thereof) of numerous cultural artifacts of the literary or cinematic variety</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>355</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-6194850757313730453</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T09:30:52.613-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/117984-blue-world/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyuRfpF1scI/AAAAAAAACFk/Y8w-wqDhC5I/s400/avatar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416582949635469762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is the prototypical Cameron event-film. It’s a story of cataclysmic battles and personal revelations, punched through with exclamation marks and related via ground-breaking special effects that work overtime to heighten the emotional impact of the primal drama on display. It’s also—more uniquely to this entry in Cameron’s oeuvre—a metaphor for our society’s benighted state, where uploading one’s consciousness into a grander, more worldly and aware creature, serves as the ultimate escape from a venal and polluted (in every sense of the word) present reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avatar is playing, in 3-D and regular old 2-D all around eveywhere now. Read the full review at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/117984-blue-world/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short Ends &amp;amp; Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-6194850757313730453?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-avatar-avatar-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyuRfpF1scI/AAAAAAAACFk/Y8w-wqDhC5I/s72-c/avatar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-4581839559556630380</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T09:20:23.037-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Theaters: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/The-Lovely-Bones"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyjsfzzBhZI/AAAAAAAACFM/NwuKoVVyyEE/s400/lovely-bones-sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838583137338770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, Peter Jackson may have left Middle-Earth behind for the potentially less magical realm of 1970s small-town Pennsylvania, but the characters inhabiting this land of modest, shag-carpeted split-levels and bustling shopping malls are hardly less mythical. There's a sprightly girl of elvish features, a good-natured father who can be pushed into acts of righteous bravery, a slithery villain hiding in plain sight, and a magical landscape just beyond our own where wonders abound. It's all much more corduroy and sideburns than glinting chain mail and delicate silver tiaras, but the landscape of this film's conflict is so riven with mythic echoes that one wouldn't be surprised to see somebody bury a broadsword in an orc's head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is playing most everywhere now. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/The-Lovely-Bones"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-4581839559556630380?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-lovely-bones-in-lovely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyjsfzzBhZI/AAAAAAAACFM/NwuKoVVyyEE/s72-c/lovely-bones-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-8422353824688556847</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T08:24:51.197-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/117747-a-serious-man/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyeN_JGPHQI/AAAAAAAACE0/c6jDKJiHTRI/s400/serious-man-sp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415453192849661186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You could say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, with its blankly boxed-up suburban streets, is the film that Joel and Ethan Coen always meant to make. Raised in the Minneapolis suburbs during the ‘60s, they went on build up and tear down one film genre after another, from westerns to screwball comedies to noir. Their first return to the land of their youth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fargo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, was a chilly comedy, peeling back the stolid veneer of Minnesota nice to find both heartfelt decency and baleful madness beneath. It had its moments, but there was something of the vengeful adolescent in its humor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is still playing in theaters here and there. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/117747-a-serious-man/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-8422353824688556847?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-serious-man-you-could-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyeN_JGPHQI/AAAAAAAACE0/c6jDKJiHTRI/s72-c/serious-man-sp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-6291134587092301991</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-10T13:17:02.532-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Last Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/117552-the-last-station/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyE60o49gAI/AAAAAAAACEk/KbokvcTl_iQ/s400/last-station1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413672903079985154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In an earlier epoch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Last Station&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is the kind of movie that some striving studio mogul would snap up, stock with the best performers on his payroll, and assign to an A-list director, in order to play in packed theaters of adoring fans, and finally to triumph in the hallowed hall of the Academy Awards. Today, however, Jay Parini’s novel about the final days of Leo Tolstoy’s life has come to movie screens with less fanfare. These are different times, for better and—when it comes to films about dead artistes acted by quality thespians—for worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Last Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is playing now at finer theaters near you. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/117552-the-last-station/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-6291134587092301991?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-last-station-in-earlier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SyE60o49gAI/AAAAAAAACEk/KbokvcTl_iQ/s72-c/last-station1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-3108703407619425592</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T10:27:01.040-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Orson Welles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sx5wKRiWHMI/AAAAAAAACEE/qtvFpLp9ECU/s1600-h/me-and-orson-welles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sx5wKRiWHMI/AAAAAAAACEE/qtvFpLp9ECU/s400/me-and-orson-welles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412887123954375874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You never really know why high school senior Richard Samuels (Zac Efron) wants so badly to be in the theater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Me and Orson Welles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; offers no scenes of him struggling mightily to get there, or being harassed by his parents to take something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, seriously so that he might be able to have a career some day. He just knows that his unnamed and mostly unseen hometown, just a quick train ride from the beaming spotlight of Manhattan, has nothing for him. But once we see Richard enmeshed in an all-consuming and all-too-brief adventure, there’s also no reason to ask why he desires it so powerfully. Anybody who would need such a question answered in detail, likely wouldn’t understand the answer anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me and Orson Welles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is in theaters now. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/117493-me-and-orson-welles/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-3108703407619425592?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-me-and-orson-welles-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sx5wKRiWHMI/AAAAAAAACEE/qtvFpLp9ECU/s72-c/me-and-orson-welles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-639184861660249456</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T11:00:22.803-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright-Sided: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/116444-bright-sided-by-barbara-ehrenreich/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SxqDaZhTX9I/AAAAAAAACD8/nE0-UYe996k/s320/bright-sided-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411782391789477842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s always good to have at least one skunk at the garden party, particularly when its Barbara Ehrenreich. The author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nickel and Dimed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and numerous other exposes on the many deficiencies inherent in the modern American workplace has gone a little farther in her newest bit of reality-checking—and occasionally too far, in the wrong direction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bright-Sided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is available in fine bookstores now. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/116444-bright-sided-by-barbara-ehrenreich/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-639184861660249456?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-books-bright-sided-how-relentless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SxqDaZhTX9I/AAAAAAAACD8/nE0-UYe996k/s72-c/bright-sided-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-8303285273242798776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T16:14:13.211-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Theaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Up-in-the-Air"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sxgp_oi4e4I/AAAAAAAACDs/VPwygdgirzw/s400/upintheair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411121125477874562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A dramatic comedy of dislocation that, fittingly enough, never finds its moorings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; sends George Clooney jetting about between the great aerial transport hubs of American flyover country, young ward in tow, as he tries to teach her the ropes of his grim business: firing employees whose bosses don't have the guts to do it themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Up in the Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens limited on Friday and expands nationwide later in the month. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Up-in-the-Air"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-8303285273242798776?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-theaters-up-in-air-dramatic-comedy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sxgp_oi4e4I/AAAAAAAACDs/VPwygdgirzw/s72-c/upintheair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-390269378273458356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T09:40:37.849-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/The-Road"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sw1Bu684fDI/AAAAAAAACDk/RLNPrT6Rp74/s400/theroad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408051001896238130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Images can only do so much, even in film. When director John Hillcoat and writer Joe Penhall decided to turn Cormac McCarthy's grim fable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; into a film, they were setting themselves up for failure. When the Coen brothers filmed McCarthy's previous novel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, they had a property just begging to be filmed: Its drumming plot and sawed-off dialogue were like a primitive projection system unspooling in the reader's mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road&lt;/span&gt; opens in limited release today. See it if you dare. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/The-Road"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-390269378273458356?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-road-images-can-only-do-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sw1Bu684fDI/AAAAAAAACDk/RLNPrT6Rp74/s72-c/theroad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-1000029979869994401</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T13:56:08.721-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Untitled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/%28Untitled%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SwWUqaimQMI/AAAAAAAACDE/EMZMoq3dXb8/s400/untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405890384128000194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In Jonathan Parker's spry and spiky satire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(Untitled)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, the composer in question, Adrian, is played by Adam Goldberg as a black hole of self-fulfilling failure. When first spotted, he's riven with conflicting jealousy and disgust over the success of his brother Josh's (Eion Bailey) art. Josh sells tonally neutral paintings to hospitals and hotels looking for soothing, repeatable pieces that don't conflict with the décor. As comfortable as Josh is with his success, Adrian is torn apart by his lack of it -- he performs atonal noise-explosions that seem designed to drive away listeners, even though bemoans his lack of success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Untitled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is playing in extraordinarily limited release now but is worth seeking out. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/%28Untitled%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-1000029979869994401?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-untitled-in-jonathan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SwWUqaimQMI/AAAAAAAACDE/EMZMoq3dXb8/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-6574807796759738482</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T13:56:15.605-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Theaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End of Poverty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/116219-the-end-of-poverty/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SwLzWBITV3I/AAAAAAAACCk/AGxiK5SYV1U/s400/end-of-poverty-sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405150062383945586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recently the poor seem to have lost their status as a subject of interest for the Western creative class. Once upon a time, the writings of Jacob Riis and Michael Harrington, WPA documentation, and even Preston Sturges’ films made the struggles of the poor (working or not) a constant and difficult-to-ignore pop-cultural theme. The hobo, a poignant representation of those millions made homeless by the Great Depression, became such a stock in trade during the 1930s and afterward, that he became a cliché...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The End of Poverty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is in limited release now. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/116219-the-end-of-poverty/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-6574807796759738482?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-end-of-poverty-recently.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SwLzWBITV3I/AAAAAAAACCk/AGxiK5SYV1U/s72-c/end-of-poverty-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-7259418683269644355</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T17:23:44.967-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Theaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Fantastic-Mr.-Fox"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvyK071OrvI/AAAAAAAACCM/NYDNVrI3-TI/s400/fantasticmrfox1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403346294956535538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Harkening back to the joys of their first collaboration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, Wes Anderson and Noah Baumbach's script for their stop-motion animated adaptation of Roald Dahl's children's novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; brings a wry and mature sensibility to the story, enhancing the original's larkish fun. Although it may initially seem to be yet another kids-film-for-adults of the kind the industry has been pumping out of late, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mr. Fox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; manages to be something else entirely. Pandering to neither audience, it remains true to its story's vulpine nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens tomorrow and shouldn't be missed. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Fantastic-Mr.-Fox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-7259418683269644355?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-fantastic-mr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvyK071OrvI/AAAAAAAACCM/NYDNVrI3-TI/s72-c/fantasticmrfox1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-3193625903387331235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T09:54:44.192-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Death of Conservatism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115634-the-death-of-conservatism-by-sam-tanenhaus/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvwhdtiHBwI/AAAAAAAACB8/Nx78l60fqwY/s320/deathofconservatism-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403230447260337922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Death of Conservatism.. For Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; would have been a more apt title for Sam Tanenhaus’ book, but any editor worth their salt would have lopped that dangling ellipse of prevarication right off. It has the zing and jab of the political potboilers that increasingly crowd the bestseller lists and display tables at airport newsstands. But the boldly declarative title doesn’t do justice to the nuanced argument that lies behind. This is a book that doesn’t describe the end of an ideology so much as it explains the ideology’s current state of tail-eating suicide as a low point in a long historical trajectory of ups and downs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tanenhaus' book is in stores now. You can also see his interview with Bill Moyers &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/09182009/watch.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Read the full review of the book at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115634-the-death-of-conservatism-by-sam-tanenhaus/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-3193625903387331235?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-books-death-of-conservatism-death-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvwhdtiHBwI/AAAAAAAACB8/Nx78l60fqwY/s72-c/deathofconservatism-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-1007539783848281680</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T12:22:56.747-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endgame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115641-endgame/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvryvehBYOI/AAAAAAAACBk/xveQhzEnDLM/s400/endgame1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897600443670754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The great events of history have a tendency to collapse into a few melodramatic snapshots that hardly do justice to the real thing. Just as the collapse of the Berlin Wall was precipitated by a more complex chain of events than Ronald Reagan snapping his fingers at Mikhail Gorbachev, so too apartheid’s end was brought down by more than the stubborn persistence of an imprisoned Nelson Mandela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Endgame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; crafts a crackling thriller out of the tangle of crafty maneuvering and happenstance that put a stop to South Africa’s longstanding official segregation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Endgame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is in limited release now and should be on DVD soon -- make sure to check it out. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115641-endgame/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-1007539783848281680?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-endgame-great-events-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvryvehBYOI/AAAAAAAACBk/xveQhzEnDLM/s72-c/endgame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-7864735796284722093</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T10:38:01.566-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney's A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115846-a-christmas-carol/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvbltrSx3xI/AAAAAAAACBE/cI4kNCIN2oo/s400/a-christmas-carol-sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401757375955853074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If watching goony-faced animatronic creatures cowering in terror or delivering Christmas cheer as if with a cudgel is your idea of a good time, then Disney’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; should be right up your alley. (Those who enjoy virtual roller-coaster rides and long falls from high places are also encouraged to attend.)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; -- the 3D CGI version -- opened everywhere Friday. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/115846-a-christmas-carol/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-7864735796284722093?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-theaters-disneys-christmas-carol-if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SvbltrSx3xI/AAAAAAAACBE/cI4kNCIN2oo/s72-c/a-christmas-carol-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-6185932423622893291</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T17:18:13.826-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In Theaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentlemen Broncos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Gentlemen-Broncos"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SurmMSprTbI/AAAAAAAACA8/CoSFRh3EkE4/s400/gentlemenbroncos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398380202196422066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A pustulant piece of work whose better moments mostly involve Jemaine Clement’s channeling of insufferable condescension,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Gentlemen Broncos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; represents a sort of nadir of comedy, where even meager jokes die sad and unmourned deaths. Like director Jared Hess’ first film, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, it will win points from certain quarters for its faux-naif characterizations and time-warp outfits. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Broncos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;has none of that film’s gangly punchiness or heartfelt sense of rebellion. Here, it’s all pose, with hardly a laugh in sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen Broncos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is playing now in a few, sad theaters across the land. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Gentlemen-Broncos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-6185932423622893291?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-theaters-gentlemen-broncos-pustulant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SurmMSprTbI/AAAAAAAACA8/CoSFRh3EkE4/s72-c/gentlemenbroncos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-2525694618467692665</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T09:11:58.987-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/New-York-I-Love-You"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sthw84UD_6I/AAAAAAAAB_8/glK7ll7XqN4/s400/newyorkiloveyou1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393184744987164578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chalk it up to one more cultural artifact lost in translation. The 2007 portmanteau film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Paris, Je T'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; was a collection of 18 short films intended to function as a movieland map to the City of Lights, each one tracing a different neighborhood via a brief, usually romantic, little tale. The results were uneven, but more often than not, the film succeeded. A couple years later New York's horning in on the idea, with producer Emmanuel Benbihy already planning future editions for Rio de Janeiro, Shanghai, Jerusalem, and Mumbai. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;New York, I Love You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is any indication, though, Benbihy should probably call it quits before digging himself a deeper hole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;New York, I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is open now in limited release. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/New-York-I-Love-You"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-2525694618467692665?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-theaters-new-york-i-love-you-chalk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sthw84UD_6I/AAAAAAAAB_8/glK7ll7XqN4/s72-c/newyorkiloveyou1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-3526208611946563085</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T13:57:45.492-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;New on DVD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/112516-homicide-the-criterion-collection/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/StS_aB9JBmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/hpIk74bdFo0/s400/dvd-homicide-splsh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392145107791709794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At the time, it seemed like David Mamet might be slumming. This was back, way back, when his name was still more synonymous with punchy street plays like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American Buffalo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; than it was with script-doctoring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hannibal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; or primetime dramas like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Unit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. When the great Chicago playwright—an artist whose jagged skill with gutter-wise dialogue was almost as prodigiously frightening as his productivity—started getting into movies, it made for a weird transition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Homicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is now available in a nifty Criterion edition. You can read the full review of same at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/112516-homicide-the-criterion-collection/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-3526208611946563085?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-on-dvd-homicide-at-time-it-seemed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/StS_aB9JBmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/hpIk74bdFo0/s72-c/dvd-homicide-splsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-1436257933659693473</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T11:03:29.276-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/An-Education"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/StNFF3VPb1I/AAAAAAAAB_E/9OAaz-Vh3F4/s400/aneducation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729145947320146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lone Scherfig's wise, colorful coming-of-age tale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;An Education&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; was making the festival rounds, all points on the buzz compass were aiming directly at its star, Carey Mulligan, and rightly so. Playing Jenny, the 16 year-old clawing at the strictures of her red-brick-drab London suburb, circa 1961, Mulligan exudes a sparkler-like intellectual charm that never quite manages to hide the confused teenager within. It's frankly all that the film, and its occasionally rote story, can do to keep up with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;An Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is in limited release now. Check it out, at the very least for Mulligan's performance, which will likely be (unfairly) ignored by Oscar voters. Read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/An-Education"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-1436257933659693473?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-theaters-education-when-lone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/StNFF3VPb1I/AAAAAAAAB_E/9OAaz-Vh3F4/s72-c/aneducation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-5214465756464247627</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T16:34:32.855-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Good-Hair"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Ss5MtyqXnGI/AAAAAAAAB-0/qZAAb-nhVC4/s400/goodhair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390330153586367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As he puts it at the start of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Good Hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, one of Chris Rock's young daughters one day stumped him by asking, "Daddy, how come I don't have good hair?" That question -- and its attendant cultural, racial, economic, and historical baggage -- prompted him to find an answer to why she would think her hair wasn't "good" in the best way a performer knows how: make a movie. The result is a quick-witted narrative that refuses to sacrifice thought for humor, even if it never satisfyingly answers the original question...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens tomorrow. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Good-Hair"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-5214465756464247627?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-theaters-good-hair-as-he-puts-it-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Ss5MtyqXnGI/AAAAAAAAB-0/qZAAb-nhVC4/s72-c/goodhair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-7219143510434296416</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 11:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T16:20:28.132-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Books:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I Became a Famous Novelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/111806-how-i-became-a-famous-novelist-by-steve-hely/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SsEaZLU1hgI/AAAAAAAAB9s/xHixGk2rIU8/s320/famousnovelist-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386615649151059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pete Tarslaw, the desperately hopeless protagonist of Steve Hely’s bracingly funny debut novel, takes his own sweet time figuring out how to actually do what the title of the book announces. We’re about 50 pages into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How I Became a Famous Novelist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; before Tarslaw gets around to cracking the task at hand. In short, he Googles some stuff and wanders around a chain bookstore before creating a list of rules (“Rule 1. Abandon truth.” “Rule 2. Write a popular book. Do not waste energy making it a good book.” “Rule 6. Evoke confusing sadness at the end”) that will help carry him through...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Became a Famous Novelist &lt;/span&gt;is in stores now. Buy it and laugh. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/111806-how-i-became-a-famous-novelist-by-steve-hely/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PopMatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-7219143510434296416?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-books-how-i-became-famous-novelist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SsEaZLU1hgI/AAAAAAAAB9s/xHixGk2rIU8/s72-c/famousnovelist-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-4205789849139872491</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T02:17:53.288-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief Interviews with Hideous Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Brief-Interviews-with-Hideous-Men"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrxgUmvBrGI/AAAAAAAAB9U/zR--9UpVhpM/s400/briefinterviews1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385285161539710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about as abstruse in conception as his infamous gargantuan novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, David Foster Wallace’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Brief Interviews with Hideous Men&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; features a string of literate, unrelenting, and often savagely honest monologues by (frequently disturbed) men identified only by number, speaking to some unnamed interlocutor located somewhere behind the reader's eyes. Its verve and wordplay make for dazzling reading, but it’s all set at a critical emotional remove, as though written with gloves on. As source material for a film, it would seem sheer death...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Brief Interviews with Hideous Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens today in limited release. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Brief-Interviews-with-Hideous-Men"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-4205789849139872491?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-theaters-brief-interviews-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrxgUmvBrGI/AAAAAAAAB9U/zR--9UpVhpM/s72-c/briefinterviews1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-8962800242285864619</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T17:10:41.734-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Paris"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrKlqzk4g-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/-QiXLFKyAaw/s400/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382546659479159778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dancers, immigrants, attitudinal intellectuals, models, harassed bureaucrats, brawling market workers, and snippy shopkeepers make up the patchwork of characters whose lives gloriously sprawl through the neatly orchestrated tragicomedy of Cédric Klapisch's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Paris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Instead of contemplating the whorls of Gauloise smoke hanging between their eyes and a rain-dappled window in one of the fancier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;arrondissements&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, as proper cinematic Parisians should, writer/director Klapisch's characters rail, pout, and flail at the strictures of their lives. Some are in love, some are dying, and others are just floundering in frustration, but almost every one of them is straining for something better. What with all the fatal accidents, deadly diseases, bar fights, and virtual stalking going on, this could almost be an American film...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens in limited release tomorrow. You can read the full review at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Paris"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-8962800242285864619?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-theaters-paris-dancers-immigrants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrKlqzk4g-I/AAAAAAAAB8k/-QiXLFKyAaw/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-8488546021851636376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T10:03:29.676-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Books:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Complete Stories of J.G. Ballard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bnreview.barnesandnoble.com/t5/In-Brief/The-Complete-Stories-of-J-G-Ballard/ba-p/1403"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sq-eh1ZYJnI/AAAAAAAAB8M/RHrrc8x8NdM/s400/jgballard_af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381694383837423218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In J.G. Ballard's stories, the world is always ending. No surprise, given that the late author (who died this past April at the age of 78) spent several years as a boy in a Japanese prison camp outside Shanghai...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long-needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Complete Stories of J.G. Ballard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; is in stores now. You can read my full article about it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://bnreview.barnesandnoble.com/t5/In-Brief/The-Complete-Stories-of-J-G-Ballard/ba-p/1403"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-8488546021851636376?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-books-complete-stories-of-j.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/Sq-eh1ZYJnI/AAAAAAAAB8M/RHrrc8x8NdM/s72-c/jgballard_af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-9170527166103545647</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T10:32:20.301-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Dangerous Man in America: Daniel Ellsberg and the Pentagon Papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/film-reviews/the-most-dangerous-man-in-america-daniel-1004013715.story"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrOZz5OOTqI/AAAAAAAAB8s/9dmna48456U/s400/mostdangerous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382815096450731682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Judith Ehrlich and Rick Goldsmith's earnest, smart documentary about Daniel Ellsberg and the Pentagon Papers controversy, viewers not old enough when it unfolded might wonder why the story has played such a minor role in popular histories of the era. This informative account deserves more than the very limited theatrical release it's likely to get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The Most Dangerous Man in America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; opens tomorrow. You can read the full review at &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/film-reviews/the-most-dangerous-man-in-america-daniel-1004013715.story"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hollywood Reporter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-9170527166103545647?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-theaters-most-dangerous-man-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SrOZz5OOTqI/AAAAAAAAB8s/9dmna48456U/s72-c/mostdangerous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486636.post-8150254872153957292</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T22:46:44.527-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Theaters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Crude"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777484628491826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SqxcnRqzfjI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lg0Ziznpj3E/s400/crude1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The story behind &lt;em&gt;Crude&lt;/em&gt;, Joe Berlinger's documentary about the fight to bring an oil company to justice, is unfortunately a pretty simple one: corporation pollutes, people die, corporation refuses to take responsibility. What lies behind this formulation is infinitely more complex, of course, but Berlinger's film never loses sight of that awful calculus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crude&lt;/em&gt; is in limited release now. Try and seek it out now before the Chevron lawyers get to it. You can read the full review at &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmcritic.com/misc/emporium.nsf/reviews/Crude"&gt;filmcritic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30486636-8150254872153957292?l=chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chrisbarsanti.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-theaters-crude-story-behind-crude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJV_6MPwK9A/SqxcnRqzfjI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lg0Ziznpj3E/s72-c/crude1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>