Monthly Archives: January 2005

Films about Writing

In the middle of a movies-about-writers kick (excluding, for my current purposes, movies about screenwriters and playwrights, and movies about writers derived from the work of Stephen King, which are both multitudinous and wholely different kettles of fish, I think).

Here’s what I’ve got at the moment—movies about writers both fictional and real, movies where writing and writerliness are sometimes central, sometimes incidental—presented without commentary or judgement (since that’s also not in keeping with my current purposes): Sylvia, Naked Lunch, Iris, Before Night Falls, Shadowlands, Barfly, Quills, The Hours, Swimming Pool, The Basketball Diaries, Croupier, The Man from Elysian Fields, Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle, Deconstructing Harry, Impromptu, Out of Africa, Henry & June, Tom and Viv, The Sheltering Sky, Wonder Boys, Finding Forrester.

Addendum: neglected others: Dangerous Beauty, The Pillow Book, The Disappearance of Garcia Lorca, The World According to Garp, The Gambler. Thanks to all who wrote with your suggestions. Much appreciated!

Bleak Thursday

To paraphrase a smart person I talked to recently about Not One Damn Dime: first, people will just buy the stuff they need the day before or the day after, and second, even if you got every pissed-off left-of-center American—or not even left, just pissed—to go along with it, wouldn’t the only real noticeable effects be on impulse retail purchases in communities where pissed lefties are concentrated—i.e., Ozzie’s on 7th Ave. in Park Slope will sell fewer cups of coffee today? The small cabal of evil old dudes who wield massive economic and political power do not care about coffee cups in Park Slope. That will not make them shudder. A sustained, long-term boycott of companies that make substantial donations to Republicans and right-wing causes, though?—that might have hope.