Either/Or.

Mad linkage:

The important new dynamic in modern human communication.

The first image (fucking finally) from Joss Whedon/Drew Goddard’s Cabin In The Woods.

Are wide male faces a predictor for unethical behavior?

James Spader is joining The Office, but not as the boss, not for long.

Zadie Smith turning to speculative fiction and sci fi.

Infidelity might just keep us together.

Spike Lee to direct the American remake of Oldboy?

Above: Katie West summer print sale.

An oral history of Explosions In The Sky.

Antonia Fraser and Harold Pinter.

The paradox that was G. K. Chesteron.

Don’t let them cut off your balls, boys.

At least Glenn Beck is gone from the airwaves.

An oral history of Michael Fucking Bay.

9 steps to foolproof outdoor sex.

“In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant…. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known—no wonder, then, that I return the love. “

-Søren Kierkegaard

Harry Potter’s favorite magic potion is booze.

Speaking of which, some of your favorite fast food chains are now serving alcohol.

Also, the “experts” are now saying that some “light drinking” may be “safe” while you’re pregnant.

And: An oral history of the Harry Potter film series.

The evils of “like” culture.

“All I want is to have incredibly violent sex.”

from here.

Massive amounts of cheating discovered in Atlanta public schools.

Topless sunbathing in the bit city.

How Charlotte’s Web was conceived.

The perfect penis.

Alfred Hitchcock recalls working with Salvador Dali.

“You are a computer salesman – I am fucking JAMES BOND.”

Ours might not be a holographic universe after all :(

The year is almost over.

Mad linkage:

Chuck Klosterman on Jonathan Franzen.

Mary-Kate Olsen and SUDDEN NUDITY.

Reality A and Reality B” by Haruki Murakami.

The Onion AV Club interviews Charles Burns.

Aaron Sorkin on Sarah Palin’s reality TV show.

The Day looks interesting, but maybe I’m just a sucker for post apocalyptic post rock?

Thankfully Giada De Laurentiis is not fucking John Mayer.

Ken Burns hates reality TV.

They made a TV show out of Douglas Adam’s Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.

Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis to star as rival political candidates in a Jay Roach comedy.

Pictures in this post are originally from here, here, here, here, and here.

The 25 best children’s books of all time.

The real-life Swedish murder that inspired Stieg Larsson.

Watch James Franco as he makes out with himself in a mirror.

Ridley Scott’s Alien prequel to be called “Paradise.”

Inception in real time!

The MPAA has overturned it’s rating on Blue Valentine.

On The Bro’d.

Bebe Zeva’s account of her relationship with Carles/”Hipster Runoff” seems “fascinating” and “insightful” and “not at all made up.”

7 scenes from The Walking Dead comic that should’ve ended up in the TV show.

Umberto Eco on WikiLeaks.

The most racist commercial ever is hilarious.

Ah, 2010, we hardly knew ye, you came and went, and now the end of you is almost upon us…

Go write your novel.

It’s NaNoWriMo, so go write your novel. Though you probably shouldn’t wait just until it’s NaNoWriMo to be doing that, but whatever. And while you’re at it, go vote.

Meanwhile on the internet…

How to blog.

Why we always vote on Tuesdays.

5 year old girl gives birth.

A man fights a shark to save a woman’s life!

Roger Ebert hates top 10 lists. And your face!

Brazil elects first female president.

Nerdiest signs from the Rally to restore Sanity and/or Fear.

Good NaNoWriMo advice from Merlin Mann.

A look back on the possible alternate futures of Back To The Future.

Gavin Rossdale’s past is more interesting than this present.

I don’t understand the appeal of Bret Michaels, or his dick (featuring Miley Cyrus’ mom).

Carey Mulligan looks amazing after finally dropping that dead weight otherwise known as Shia LeBeowulf.

Here’s the plot of a potential romantic comedy for you: Justin Long and the internet film critic (who thinks he sucks).

It’s so wonderfully dorky, but I think this TARDIS dress is really cool and adorable:

from here and here.

Schwarzeneger bans welfare use for psychics and pot.

NaNoWriMo/LOL Cat pictures from here, but also from here, here, and here.

Shirley Manson says that Garbage is coming back with an album and a tour.

I think it’s time I started developing shows for either CBS or ABC.

Could you give up showering?

The GoldenEye video game getting remade with Daniel Craig.

Can social media break up a marriage?

Kill your co-workers (with kindness)!

Search Party 02.

Continuing from the last time we looked at it, here’s just a few more of the things that people have searched for and then found ye old Counterforce through…

The weirdest: “Priceless arse slap.” No idea what post they found with that.

Also weird: “sexyhousewife271@aol.com.”

And, yes, also weird: “men with big dicks always cheat,” which brought up this, which isn’t terribly off, I guess.

And, “60s milkshake machine,” which brought up nothing that I can tell.

Lost Desmond Toroid Coil.” Sorry, Desmond, but Google Search is not through with you yet!

Nobody human has anything to say to me today!”

“Amelia Pond, like a name in a fairy tale.” Nice.

And also “Karen Gillan” along with “nightie,” and then there’s always this…

An interesting one: “Lois Chiles in The Great Gatsby.” Also, “Gatsby style.”

Blair Brown.”

Cindy Meston.”

“Sylvia Plath vs. Anne Sexton.” Who do you think would win?

Tracy Clark-Flory.”

Some people are hot for teacher: “Miss Farrell.”

Every possible thing you could tie in with Kim Kardashian

“Sextape” and “tape” and “video” and “sex video” and “sex” and and “bikini” and “boobs” and “tits” and “ass” and “pussy” and “crazy.” Oh, for the love of Ray J, people! It troubles me that no one wants to google what Kim Kardashian thinks of the Fermi paradox or what happened to the Roanoke colony or even what her favorite color is. But I’ll get over it.

Also, I imagine that, based on the picture above, we might finally start getting hits for Kim Kardashian and “oral.” One can only hope…

Empty movie theater.”

At least someone out there searched for “Oak Island.”

And “ghost town and ghost city pics.”

Amber Tamblyn is hideous.” Ouch.

The lady in red betrayed him.” Oh man, that’s the story of my life.

Peanut St. Cosmo is insane.”

Also, every single thing you try to tie in with Tina Fey

“Sexy” and glasses” and “hot” and “hot pics” and “Sarah Palin” and “butt.” Butt? Really? Of all the things you people are curious about when it comes to the lovely and immensely talented Tina Fey, you want to search for pictures of her ass?

Fuck Yeah Sayid.” Nice.

Robert Mapplethorpe” and “black men” together.

Gene Siskel moustache.”

Thurber bad riding wolf.”

Sean Connery on the set.”

“Bartlett” and “War of the roses” together.

“Crazy mad linkage.” Ha ha.

“Crazy juice” and “I saw you and him walking in the rain” together.

Failsafe condom.”

“Levi’s campaign go forth.”

Deep red cover,” which… I don’t what that means. It sounds either dirty or nasty though.

“Sci fi landscapes.”

Super eclipse.”

Time wave zero.”

Is Megan Fox a fucking robot?”

You can’t frame a phone call.

We don’t know about you, but every time we hear “and then” there’s another chance for the ladies at home to misunderstand. We get that a lot. But in the meantime, let’s talk about last night’s Mad Men, the appropriately titled “The Color Blue,” and then go drink and listen to jazz in our office, have a chat with the Greek night janitor and the maybe masturbate into our special box of secrets…

August Bravo: 40 years wouldn’t be a significant year if it weren’t the average lifespan for a man in this business.

Marco Sparks: I really liked that scene of just Bert Cooper and Roger Sterling together, talking about the good old days together. And the present, what there is of it. It’s fascinating to hear Roger constantly go on about guys he knows in “this business,” or things that have happened in “this business,” as if he really is an old pro. And he may be, but not to the extent of Cooper, and yet Roger really wants to be in that previous generation, to live in the ebb and flow of their rules, their ways.

August: Now we know what makes Don Draper smile. Its 5,000 dollars! And we know what doesn’t make him smile: Meeting his mistress’ brother. Tsk tsk. He doesn’t want to ruin this.

Marco: I’m fascinated by those few occasions that Don picks up a sense of right and front, something that seems to him fleetingly at times, but in this particular case, he wants to do right by his new inamorata, since she seems to be refreshingly bold and pure in his eyes, but at the same time, no one wants to hear the brother of the new chick you’re sleeping with bitching about their problems in the middle of the night on a long road trip, am I right?

August: Yeah.

Marco: Though I love his comment on Don: “He knows how to leave a room.”

Marco: What do you think of Miss Farrell now? She was a character of much speculation as this season started to pick up steam, but now we’re here. And we’re steamy, right?

August: What do I think of her? I’m in love. That’s what I think.

Marco: Word.

August: She wants Don. Everything about him. She barely knows him, but she’s crazy about what she knows. And I think she will go crazy if she doesn’t get him. Or get him more than she has him already. Her eyes make her look like she’s on the brink of insanity without her.

Marco: And Don Draper is attracted to two things in life:

1. Waking up in the morning next to a mistake.

2. Crazy women.

August: Apparently Pete isn’t the only guy mad at Peggy for having those constant ideas.

Marco: Peggy Olson, the ultimate feminist.

August: Women in the 60s had it hard, man. But maybe they put themselves in that position. They don’t care about your marriages, your jobs. They just want you. They set themselves up for disasters.

Marco: They court disaster in the best ways, then eat it up and spit it out. Like spontaneous ideas in a pitch session. I loved Don and Peggy and Kinsey’s moment of not so much bonding, but of understanding over the lost idea. Oh, the bits of angelic genius lost to us when we’re shitfaced and not terribly close to a pen and paper. Also, I think we found something that Kinsey is really good at: Being in awe of Peggy.

August: Kinsey, my man. Almost got caught doing the dirty in his own office. On himself. If that’s not classy, I don’t know what is.

Marco: I don’t mind sharing with the world that the shit that goes down after hours in the offices here at Counterforce would shock the pants off of you. But it does involve a lot of jazz, some self harm, forgetting to write down golden ideas, and Greek janitors.

August: Achilles! Born leader. Also born to give inspiration.

Marco: I think the sad thing is a lot of guys want to be Don Draper, but instead they’re probably, at best, Roger. At worst, Pete. It’s bad for the intellectuals to, cause you don’t realize that you’re actually a Kinsey.

August: London calling! Ha ha, did I catch that right? Sterling-Cooper is for sale?

Marco: They’re lean and profitable now, ready to go to the highest bidder.

August: Even though his wife is ready to get the fuck out of New York…

Marco: Reasonable.

August: …but I’m really going to miss Lane Pryce if he goes.

Marco: If he goes being the key part. I could see him staying behind, maybe sans wife. Also, I have a feeling that Bert Cooper isn’t long for this world. Maybe Don and Roger and Lane will be running the company next year. Hopefully with Joan back and a much happier, more out of the closet Sal along for the ride.

Which will be totally worth since I’d love to see that flashback episode to when Don and Roger met and Roger found Don working at a fur company and going to night school.

August: Betty and Don both think the phone call is for them.

Marco: “Jeez Louise!”

August: What kind of sham marriage is this?

Marco: Probably the same as most marriages during that time period. The difference is that Betty’s really getting hers too, which I love. It’s sad that Don not only doesn’t respect Betty’s intelligence to hide his running around better. And it’s a toss up between whether he doesn’t respect herself enough to not realize that he’s pushing her away (though not necessarily into the arms of another ma) or that he trusts her more than that.

August: We know Don loves her, but he clearly doesn’t respect her. And there she is, just longing for that phone call from the man in the Governor’s office.

Marco: And Don is fearing that the phone call is from Miss Farrell, who, to be fair, does seem a bit… obsessive, even if she does know that things between Don and her probably won’t end well. I’m not convinced that it wasn’t her calling the house.

August: Both of these women just want these men more than they’re wanted, I think.

Marco: I think that Henry Francis from the Governor’s office had a bit of a point last week, Betty did need to come to him. She is married and he shouldn’t be going after her. That doesn’t stop the guy from being a dick though.

August: Betty says he family doesn’t need to go to church every week. I love that. No repenting in the Draper household.

Marco: Repenting? Fuck the past. Put it out of your mind. It will shock you how much these things you don’t like never happened.

August: OMG. FML. Betty found Don’s secret stash.

Marco: His secret identity. Literally.

August: What’s he going to do?

Marco: Can’t wait to find out. But more importantly, what is she going to do? I think we’ve seen some mountains and valleys in the debate over Princess Betty this year, but really it’s all setting up that the ball is in her court now.

from here.

August: Yeah, really. For a second it looked like she was going to hesitate with that drawer…

Marco: …and she never would have found the key if it weren’t for baby Eugene’s crying leading it to being within her grasp on laundry day.

August: But then Betty just dove right in!

Marco: Good for her. The unexamined marriage is no marriage to be fantasizing about other people in.

August: There’s been so much character development this season with Betty. Finding out she is and what she dreams of. Cause she’s just been so pent up all this time. And now she’s going to lash out.

Marco: She is. She totally is, but I think it’s going to be more controlled this time. Don lying to her isn’t something new and she knows that. Granted, she doesn’t know what she knows yet. There’s some divorce papers and the deed to a house belonging to an Anna Draper. And pictures with her husband in the war and just a name: Dick Whitman.

August: The drama! What is Don going to do next! And what is he doing now? This entire season he’s been so full of surprises, I feel. Sure, he is every season. I mean, he’s always been the man of mystery.

Marco: Maybe especially to himself?

August: But this year he’s even more spontaneous, more reactionary. Everything he does now merits a WTF?

Marco: And that’s the best kind of leading man for a television show of such literary depth. But back to the new tension between Don and Betty over knowing Don’s “secret,” I was literally just gripping my chair watching Don make the phone call (that call, the mysterious call to the Draper residence, and the fact that Don’s phone service calls Miss Farrell’s home – who knew the phone could be such a perilous weapon in 1963?) to Betty, telling her what time to be ready for the Sterling Cooper birthday bash. Betty’s not feeling good and Don’s telling her he wants to show her off and… ah, the drama.

August: Seriously. And you can’t frame a phone call.

The honor of the American man.

“Masculinity is not something given to you, but something you gain. And you gain it by winning small battles with honor. Because there is very little honor left in American life, there is a certain built-in tendency to destroy masculinity in American men.”

-Norman Mailer, from “Petty Notes on Some Sex in America,” which first appeared in Playboy magazine, and then in his 1966 collection, Cannibals And Christians.

Almost done working my way through Mad Men season 2 on DVD in preparation for tomorrow’s return of the show. One of the hardest storylines to deal with so far is that of Betty Draper, Don’s perfect wife who can’t help but evoke ideas of Grace Kelly. Her slow realization that Don’s been cheating on her is hard to take in as all the fragile little pieces of her world break. But then you start to get upset with her for having been so naive, and letting this occur literally right under her nose. But then you have to remind yourself of the place of women in the 50s and 60s and how there’s no way Betty could’ve known any different.

from here.

And on top of it, Don Draper is Don Draper. We want to see him screw around on his wife because, frankly, he’s just a cool guy. He makes a certain level of sleazy look good. He makes it glossy and sexy. It’s amazing what we’ll let a man get away with if we know he’s tortured on the inside.

Plato’s Cave vs. The Holodeck.

So I mentioned my desire to see it, and waited for a while for it to find it’s way onto Hulu, and when it did, I finally got around to watching Virtuality, the backdoor pilot/TV movie from Ronald D. Moore, of Battlestar Galactica fame, and Michael Taylor.

Actually, let me put it this way: In the week since it’s made it’s way onto Hulu, I’ve now watched it three times. Well, three and a half (it’s on in the background as I type this). The first time was because I was a curious sci fi dork. The second time because I wanted to write this very review for you lovely people. And the third time, because I was a fan.

The plot, as short and succinct as I can: Set roughly 30 or so years in the future, we find 12 astronauts are 6 months into a ten year mission (five years there, five years back) aboard the space vessel Phaeton to the nearest star to Earth, Epsilon Eridani, in the hopes of finding intelligent life or the possibly of planets that can sustain human life there.

But space travel is not cheap, and to help alleviate the costs, the astronauts are filmed every single moment and the footage is packaged as a reality show entitled “Edge Of Never” back home for viewers to follow the drama of confinement in space for years on end. There’s even confessionals, true reality show style. On top of that, there’s different corporate sponsors, which dictates which logo the crew wears on different days. Big Brother in space! Only, you can’t be voted off (seemingly).And on top of that, and adding a little extra flair to the title, the ship is equipped with virtual reality modules, meant originally as a means to keep well trained, but the system is so advanced that the astronauts can basically enter any environment they want and play out any scenario. Think: the holodeck of the mind.

But there’s some problems. For starters, the crew is coming up on the Go/No Go decision, where they’ll have to decide to continue on with their mission towards Epsilon Eridani (of which there’ll be no turning back) or to slingshot their way back to Earth. It’s complicated because since they left it’s been discovered that the environmental problems the Earth is facing have gotten even more serious and scientists have determined that the planet will be uninhabitable within 100 years. This mission could very well mean the survival of the human race. Talk about an inconvenient truth.

One nice touch: The make up of the crew. If you think about it, a reality show about actual astronauts in space would be cool, and of course it’d be marketed to ratchet up the petty drama. There’s a few couples within the crew, including a gay couple and an interracial couple, which makes a lot of sense both in an international space mission and a reality show.

Another nice touch: One of the characters is having an affair with another person within the virtual reality modules. The man doesn’t consider it an affair since it’s not “real,” that it’s just a “fantasy,” but the woman playfully suggests, “Then you wouldn’t mind telling my husband, would you?”

Ah, but I did say holodeck, right? As with every holodeck story, there’s something wrong with the virtual reality system. There appears to be a man in the VR world, omnipotent and malicious, who’s job it seems to be is to terrify the crew trying to relax in their virtual fantasies. He breaks into a few of their simulations and “kills” them (if you die in the VR world, you don’t die in real life, but it’s not a pleasurable experience to wake up from), but to one character he commits a violent sexual assault.

The assault leads to a fascinating scene as the crew discusses whether or not to shut down the VR modules to get to the bottom of the glitch. The drama in the scene comes from the fundamental misunderstanding of rape (and of a selfishness and non-desire to lose their fantasy escape): if it happened in the world of virtual reality, it’s not real, right? But isn’t all rape really rape of the mind?

Here’s the most shocking thing I can say about the pilot: It was directed by Peter Berg and it’s actually really good. Granted, it’s pretty much all script and strong performances from the cast, but still, Berg does a surprisingly competent job (but we still hate him here at Counterforce). The VR scenes were apparently all shot in blue screen to add to the slightly off feel of them and apparently portions of the pilot were improvised (I’m assuming the stuff with the characters in their various confessional moments).

The purpose of any good pilot is to get you excited about further adventures within a show, to suggest various plotlines, and leave you hungry for more. This two hour episode certainly did that for me. I’d watch the hell out of this show. God forbid the hoi polloi is allowed to chance to watch smart television that can provoke thought and passionate interest within it. It’s not too shocking to reveal that of course the characters decide to “go” on Go/No Go, but after they’ve gone past the point of turning back (and I forgot to mention that one of the characters also is diagnosed with a deadly serious disease), someone is killed. Added to all the other excellent elements this show is balancing: a murder mystery. But, of course, not everything is as it seems…

As of right now, FOX hasn’t picked up the show for series production, which isn’t all that shocking knowing FOX’s almost date rape-esque history with science fiction programming. The fact that it not only aired a full season (well, mostly) of Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse, let alone picked it up for a second season, is still mind blowing. Of course, Dollhouse has to be radically cheaper than this show would be, and will apparently be coming back with an even lower budget for it’s second season.

Remember Danny Boyle’s Sunshine? Remember how good you wanted it to be? Then remember how bad it actually was in comparison? Yeah, I do. But man, it had some lovely visuals. But this show has lovely everything else, but in an interesting sci fi curio kind of way just brimming with hyperreality. And it doesn’t get tripped up where other previous ventures into virtual reality like Virtuosity or VR-5 got lost.

Even Clea DuVall, whom I can never stand, is good at what she does here. And the actress who plays the computer expert/reality show host looks just like she could be Leighton Meester’s big sister. And her fantasy of being a Japanese rock star/Alias-type super spy is just excellent.

Also, it’s nice to see the lovely Sienna Guillory get a nice role to play, and to see her freed from Paul W.S. Anderson type bullshit. Come on, people, she was Helen of Troy after all!

Anyway, from the face that launched a thousand ships to sinking ships… in space, I give this show my full endorsement. I hope it sticks around on Hulu for a while. I hope it gets picked up for a series. I hope that they at least have to sense to eventually release it on DVD at some point before mankind leaves this solar system behind.

Lives of quiet desperation.

Last night’s film viewing:

Revolutionary Road, directed by Sam Mendes, starring Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio, and based on the classic novel by Richard Yates.

It’s the story of a couple, Frank and April Wheeler, living in suburban Connecticut in the passionless conformity of the 50s, trying to live lives of purpose and excitement, and trying to realize their dreams. But, as the description on the back of the DVD box puts, they’re willing to break away from the ordinary – but can they do it without breaking apart?

There’s not a lot you can say about Kate Winslet in this film. She’s great. Even if the film wasn’t solid, if the story and the director weren’t good, even if she wasn’t getting good return from her co-stars, she could still carry this film on her back. Isn’t that the same with every film she does?

But it’s different here, in a way, because while a great deal of the story belongs to DiCaprio’s character, Frank, primarily because of Yates’ way of telling a story, you get the sense that this wold can only exist because of the quality of acting from an actor like Kate Winslet. Yates is so much more comfortable with the male perspective (from what I understand, in the book, even some of the flashbacks of Winslet’s character are told from the perspective of Frank’s remembering her telling him about them), but still it’s April’s world. And it’s fading away as she fades away.

I knew Don Draper, and you, sir, are no Don Draper.

DiCaprio is solid too, don’t get me wrong, but that’s all he is. To me, that’s usually all he is. His strength is just that he’s never bad. He’s always angry, but not in any exceptional way. He’s a little boy (from Growing Pains, ironically enough) all grown up and trying to seem that way. He gives a nice base for Winslet to act against and react to.

There’s a nice bit towards the beginning of the film where April is acting in a community theater production, and it’s obviously a failure. April, who dreamt of being an actress, whether she’s personally bad in the production or the production itself is just bad, feels like a failure. Frank comes to console her in her dressing room backstage after the play is over and sees her costume hung over a dressing screen. He comes up to her and starts to tell her she was great, to say the nice things she needs to hear. Then the bathroom door behind him opens and she comes out from there, having never been behind the screen and what he actually says to her as opposed to what he had originally intended to say to her is dramatically different, if you’ll pardon the pun. This scene is a perfect metaphor for the rest of the story.

It fascinates me that you have a British actor, a British lead actress, a British screenwriter (actually, an American who’s worked extensively in England), and a great British cinematographer bringing this story to us. It’s interesting to see the outsider perspective as it peels back a bit of American life and shows it to us. But this seems to basically be Mendes’ forte in film, doesn’t it? Primarily with suburban family life, especially American Beauty, this, and the upcoming Away We Go, but with other aspects of our culture, primarily our main exports, war, with Jarhead, and crime, with Road To Perdition.

Watching Revolutionary Road, a lot of other things flashed into my mind, things like Mad Men and especially the film version of Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? (I loved the play, but the film unnerved me greatly for personal reasons). I remember reading an interview with Matthew Weiner where he mentioned that had Sam Mendes’ film version of Revolutionary Road come out a few years earlier, he’d never done Mad Men, even though he’d apparently been sitting on the pilot script since The Sopranos. Anyway, a lot of things flash through my mind when watching this film, just small things.

Also, for example, there’s a sex scene in a car that reminded me for a lot of reasons of a similar scene from Ang Lee’s The Ice Storm, based on a book by Rick Moody. And I have to wonder how many American novelists, Rick Moody included, are so massively indebted to Richard Yates.

Of course, other than the period and the bleakness of life that was the 50s and 60s, there’s not much comparison between this film and Mad Men. In Mad Men, Don Draper does horrible, despicable things, but he’s amazing at them. He’s well written and played with an intoxicating charm by Jon Hamm, leading you to almost root for him to keep fucking with anyone he feels he needs to. DiCaprio’s character wishes he was Don Draper, and Winslet’s character will never be satisfied being a Betty Draper. She’s going to break out of her prison one way or another and live, dammit, and she’s going to drag her husband kicking and screaming out of his too, if she has to. Of course, escaping one prison might just lead you into another.

And special mention should be made to what Michael Shannon does with two scenes as the disturbed son of Kathy Bates’ realtor character. To say that his character manages to unsettle is an understatement, but what’s so nice is that he does it in such a human way, a real way, even while making me think of him as the Christopher Nolan Joker of suburbia here.

Someone online yesterday asked me if I would recommend this fim and it’s a tough question. The easy answer is yes. Yes, I would. It’s not what I would call a strong slam dunk, it’s not what I’d usually suggest for Saturday night viewing. Watching this, I really lament the fact that I’ve never read the book. I’ve had many opportunities too and never seized them. I actually have two copies of it (one bought, one given to me), and watching this movie, which of course stands strong for me now, I do feel feel like I’m missing out on something by not having already experienced the novel.

But the thing about this movie is… it’s theatre. You feel not so much like you’re sitting in the audience watching two solid actors (and Kate Winslet is always more than just solid) brutally try to survive in this story, but that you’re sitting on the stage with them at certain moments. You’re not going to get the spit on you from their screams, but you will feel that pit of despair in you during certain moments when it seems like it’s leaking out of them.

It’s almost a little ironic, a little too on the nose, I should say here, that a film called Revolutionary Road, is like watching two people in a car crash, from start to finish.

“If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.”

-Richard Yates

I was happy to be reminded recently that Elaine’s dad in Seinfeld, played by Lawrence Tierney, was based on Richard Yates, since Larry David had dated Yates’ daughter back in the day. And the next Tao Lin novel is titled Richard Yates, both of which Molly Lambert talked about more in a great This Recording post a while back.

I want to leave this review with something I especially love, which is a line Kate Winslet’s says about 2/3 of the way through, one of the truest, simplest pieces of dialogue I’ve heard in a film in a long time: “You’re just a boy who made me laugh at a party once.”