I opened my email this morning to a message from a tea company I've ordered from before. They wanted to remind me to buy some more matcha. I appreciate these little reminders. I am indeed about to run out of matcha, after all. The title of this post
"Tell Dave White the next time he makes you dinner: 'Make me the Ina Garten roast chicken, you bow-legged bitch.'" Love it when my friends talk about me. The directive came from a friend in New York, instructing local friend and neighbor Gary Cotti as to
Former employers used to pay me to make year-end film lists. I disliked it. I enjoy reading other critics' year-end lists. I just don't want to make my own. It's a lot of needless pressure and people end up internet-yelling at you. Worse than that,
The candle-as-gift stigma applies only when one buys it at CVS, that should be made clear. SNL sketches aside, if you're out in the world getting something that's, like, Le Labo or Byredo, then you've shown your friends you're willing to drop
I read the recent New Yorker article about "performative reading," (behind a paywall? maybe) and if you haven't heard that term yet, it's because you're not on the poison internet unless you have to be. It is, in the estimation of too
I was not out to anyone but myself. I spent the 80s on the sidelines in West Texas, afraid of everything. By 1990 I knew what was happening with me, but the best I could manage in a public-facing way was to be a "not gay" ally. I
I did, in fact review it. 2008. Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Starring Piper Perabo and Jamie Lee Curtis, with the voices of Drew Barrymore, Andy Garcia, George Lopez, Cheech Marin, Paul Rodriguez, Placido Domingo, Edward James Olmos, Loretta Devine, Luiz Guzman The format of this review is from a period of
Hello, I have a cold, a fairly unpleasant one. I'm not up to writing anything right now. Until I am, I'll be posting archive stuff. This is from the mid-to-late 2000s, and if my memory serves it ran in the LA WEEKLY back when that was
We have stacks of magazines that we've written for over the years. All print, nothing internet. I'll be bringing pieces I wrote for them over here from time to time. Context: The Advocate, 2005 Twenty years ago you could earn a roof-over-your-head-food-on-the-table living writing mostly inconsequential
Today I'm writing out of market ambition. I want you to buy Alonso's new book, the revised and expanded edition of Have Yourself a Movie Little Christmas, in which he writes about a film from 2024, Christmas Eve in Miller's Point, one that didn&
This is not a review. It can’t be. When you’re a film critic and you become friends with a filmmaker, the best you can do is help promote their work if you think their projects are worth it. And Dave Markey, the director of The Secret Lives of
Quick one today. (Oh, and by the way, the photo accompanying this little post, a picture provided by my friend Thor, has absolutely nothing to do with anything that follows. Sharing a picture of the offending party would be pointless and unpleasant. Why not some cotton candy instead?) Kim Davis