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In 2013, I wrote the booklet essay for Criterion’s edition of The Uninvited (1944), which was Gail Russell’s first starring role. She was 19 when she made it. As I spent some time with this exquisite ghost story, I became so fond of Russell that when a signed postcard with decent provenance crossed my path, I snapped it up. It remains the only such phot… ncG1vNJzZmirlaGztMDYpZydq5mnsq960q6ZrKyRmLhvr86mZqlnkaO0priMmqWdZaSdsm6uwJ1knqaU

There is often a convenient lie that American sports fans (mostly white ones) tell themselves about sports being race-neutral. The idea that scoreboards and trophies and banners don’t see color is prevalent among these fans when their teams are in the winner’s circle, and particularly when athletes of color exemplify modesty or graciousness, and keep their heads down while “doing the work” to obtain the victory. But whenever these fans are on the losing end of an anticipated championship, or whenever a Black athlete, specifically, does anything other than “graciously” win, the element of race magically appears in the cultural discourse around sports at all levels.

Disappointing! But if it were not for your reporting I would not have known this. Maybe a podcast from Scott Hahn would have caught it,, heck he gets all of this! I lived next door to Mormons for years, great friends, but they think the Catholic Church is evil--truth. I was put on the don't visit list because I would debate the missionaries for hours and a few started to question the whole planet thing.

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Anne Thompson: So you see this as a moral film? Harvey Keitel: I see it as a myth. We’re deeply in need of our own myths. One has just to look at the chaos around us to know that we have lost our awareness of what a hero is. We need to create our myths—and read the old ones. — Chicago Tribune, January 23, 1993 It’s not clear, in the exchange above, if Harvey Keitel is attempting to dodge the question.

The Basilisk is in the elevator, again. It’s as if he’s moved into my apartment building and lies in wait. “Going down?,” I say, avoiding its question with one of my own. I squeeze in alongside its disproportionate bulk. “Down is the new up,” sighs the Basilisk. After our last encounter (which a handful of unfortunate readers may remember had found the mythical creature ruminating on the tech-wrecked portions of our world, on the downward slopes of digital life) I’m as prepared as one can be .

Thirty years ago, Anthony Hopkins starred in Shadowlands, a movie about the romance between C.S. Lewis and Joy Davidman Gresham. Now, he’s starring in another movie about C.S. Lewis… but this time, instead of playing Lewis himself, he’s playing Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis. The film is called Freud’s Last Session, and it’s an adaptation of a play by Mark St Germain that imagines a fictitious meeting between Freud and Lewis, the latter of whom is played this time by Matthew Goode (Downton Abbey, etc.

Of all the young golfers touted during the 2000s and 2010s as the “Next Tiger Woods” — admittedly, a terrible burden of expectation to place on any player — one of the most curious cases always belonged to Anthony Kim. Just like Woods, Kim was an Asian-American from California with a winning smile and the ability to blast the ball off the tee, then sink a clutch putt with a tournament on the line.