Citizen Kane Review

What an amazing movie.  I have to confess that, until now I’ve never really appreciated Orson Welles, at best sort of hypothetically understanding that he was supposed to be some sort of genius but never experiencing it first-hand.  To me, he was always sort of a fat joke or a punchline, the Mephistopholean guy with the snooty baritone hawking Paul Masson wine.  Later, he would be the weird pretentious guy having such a difficult time recording that peas commercial.

Roger Ebert: Gay Jesus Movie Would Not Be Sad As Long As It’s Good

In a recent Movie Answer Man column, Roger runs a letter from a reader asking whether there is a movie named Corpus Christi depicting Jesus Christ as a homosexual and remarking that, if such a film did exist, “it would be sad.”

Roger responds:

It would be sad if it was a bad movie, not if it was a good one. A movie’s quality is separate from its subject.

I can’t wait to show Roger my next movie.  It’s first rate: great script, great cast, great director, great cinematographer, great editor, etc.    It’s about his mom, and it depicts her as a pedophile.

Can’t wait for his four-star review!

My 9/11 Memories

9/11/09 UPDATE: Thanks to Ace for the link, and thanks to you for coming.  May I please encourage you to check out this tribute to Susan A. MacKay, one of the victims from Flight 11?  She needs to be remembered and honored.

After that, go on over to Project 2,996 and see tributes to the other victims.

Thanks.

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I flew into LaGuardia Airport in Queens on the evening of Monday, September 10, 2001.  I was in town to attend a meeting in advance of my upcoming move from Chicago to New York.  The plan was to fly back to Chicago on Tuesday evening, September 11.

It was only my third time in the city. I was staying with a friend in Gramercy and took a taxi to 57th street, opting to walk the rest of the way so I could take in the sights and start getting a feel for the city I would be calling home in a few weeks time.

The evening was pleasant and I enjoyed the sights of beautiful women walking up and down Park Avenue.

I met up with my friend.  We had a nice dinner and caught up. She retired early, and I stayed up late watching cable television.

The next morning, of course, everything went to Hell.