Adam West, dead at 88. I wrote a thing.
There’s no NOW this week — we’re off for the holidays — but of course the world keeps turning and death keeps coming, so I wrote an obit for Carrie Fisher which you can read if you missed it on Twitter.
I guess we’ll have to update it to include the death of Debbie Reynolds now. Fuck this fucking year.
I’m on the radio today! Briefly, but still!
It’s airing at 10 am local time across Canada, but if you’d rather listen to it online just click here and scroll to the bottom of the page.
Enjoy, or I’ll set the bees on you.
Well, they done fucked up.
I have some thoughts on how it happened over at NOW, not that that’s going to change anything.
Anton Yelchin died yesterday in a really awful accident, and I had to write a remembrance of for him for NOW because that’s what I do. Here it is.
Green Room comes to disc next month, and it’s really good. He was great in it, but he was great in everything.
So, a couple of things happened yesterday.
First, Hot Docs held its launch conference and rolled out this year’s program, which looks to be a good one; I wrote about it for the NOW website.
And while we were all sitting comfortably in the Bloor, the news broke that Rob Ford had died — surprising no one, but opening the floodgates for polished memorials and some blatant rewriting of history. I wrote something about his real legacy for NOW, which you might want to read if you’re not already topped up on this stuff.
Hey, look! A rare Wednesday post! Just offering links to a couple of things that went by pretty quickly on my Twitter feed.
First of all, an old friend of mine asked me to discuss celebrity culture and the Oscars over at her website — which also sets up my own piece on the pointlessness of the Academy Awards in tomorrow’s paper.
And over at said paper’s website, I wrote a consideration of Paul Rust and Gillian Jacobs’ new Netflix series Love — a strange hybrid beast that is filled with comedic talent but not exactly a comedy, and all the better for it.
Check ’em out. Food for thought, and all that.
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This week’s Someone Else’s Movie is up, featuring Sleeping Giant writer/director Andrew Cividino on Robert Zemeckis’ 1997 sci-fi epic Contact.
It’s a tricky choice, because hardly anyone remembers that picture for what it actually is — they just giggle about Jodie Foster and Matthew McConaughey in bed, or that moment where Jake Busey’s teeth become sentient and blow up the thing, or the weird wubbliness of the climax. But there’s some interesting stuff in it, and what it retroactively reveals about the future of Zemeckis’ career is really intriguing, and we talked about all of that.
Also, fun fact: Both Andrew and Alan Zweig recorded their SEMcasts in the week before TIFF, and both of them wound up winning major prizes at the festival. I’m not saying the podcast guarantees fortune and glory, but I’m not not saying it, if you know what I mean.
Also also: I’m doing the Pop Culture Panel on Q this morning, discussing Trevor Noah’s first Daily Show and a few other things. If you’re curious, tune in (or listen online) at 10 am! And if you missed it, I’ll link to the segment as soon as it’s posted to the web.