Posts by Wesley Morris
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Toronto Film Festival Diary: John Cusack As a Beach Boy, Jon Stewart and Chris Rock As Directors, and Naomi Watts ‘Dancing’ to 2Pac
The lack of a starry, prestigious, highly anticipated major studio movie means a vacation from hyperventilation.
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Toronto Film Festival Diary: Kevin Smith’s Walrus Movie and Octopus Love From Hong Kong
Toronto Diary: Wesley Morris sees the weird and weirder on his first day at the Toronto International Film Festival.
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Do You Like Prince Movies? Podcast: ‘As Above, So Below,’ Hacked Photos, and More
Celebrity nudes, #GamerGate, identity politics, and ISIS are discussed; plus, a historical verdict on ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ and two new movies about doppelgängers.
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The Sportstorialist: Ruffling Feathers at the U.S. Open
Caroline Wozniacki has been turning the worst outfit at the tournament into a stunning spectacle of cognitive dissonance.
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Heart of Dankness: Touring Ruins in ‘As Above, So Below’ and ‘The Trip to Italy’
If you enjoy watching folks from the U.K. take journeys of entitlement in other parts of Europe, this is your week.
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The Problem of the Black Cast Member on ‘SNL’
I’ve been watching Saturday Night Live since before I had a proper Saturday night. I also watched Saturday Night Live before I had a proper grasp of race. It was just the show with the guy (Garrett Morris) who looked like one of my father’s brothers, and the one (Eddie Murphy) who looked like my […]
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Do You Like Prince Movies? Podcast: Talking About the Events and Coverage of Ferguson, Missouri
This week Alex and Wesley wade into the news coming out of Ferguson, Missouri.
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Small(er) Movies Roundup: ‘Frank,’ ‘The Giver,’ and More
Plus Woody Allen’s ‘Magic in the Moonlight,’ Michel Gondry’s ‘Mood Indigo,’ and more films currently in theaters.
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Let’s Be Real
The aftermath of the shooting of an unarmed African American man in Ferguson, Missouri, intrudes on the stupidity of ‘Let’s Be Cops.’
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Lauren Bacall, 1924-2014: Legend, Lover, Lady
In the coming days and possibly for eternity, Lauren Bacall will be described as “sultry.” That’s how a news alert of her death at 89 put it yesterday when it popped onto the screen of my phone. That’s how a highly esteemed college professor of mine summed up her place within the old studio system. If all you knew of Bacall is that she once stood in a doorway, asked Humphrey Bogart if he knew how to whistle, then told him to put his lips together and blow, then, yes, fine: sultry.
