Sorry, what’s that? I can’t hear you over the number of movies released this year that have to do with Jewish funereal rights, much less one set in France.
Amazing how well centuries of fury over a heritage of persecution and extermination can be parlayed into music that sounds this beautiful.
…and if you made it through that very long headline, here’s the article!
Alternate Title: No, Man of God. Alternate Alternate Title: No Man, of God. I can do this all day.
Pixar’s made movies for over two decades, and by now I’m really start to sea the difference between their older material and their new material.
Not “the” Jew, but “a” Jew, though c’mon, there really aren’t that many members of the Tribe in the Sooner State.
I have 99 problems, and 12 mighty orphans are not one of them.
Divine provenance is great, but you know what’s better? Jester King’s provenance.
Imagine the song “Black Myself.” Imagine me, a white guy, singing “Black Myself” with the windows rolled down. Imagine me rolling the windows up because I feel like I don’t deserve to sing “Black Myself.” Anyways, good song.
“Sounds” an awful lot like derivative, inventive, but empty cacophony to me, emphasis on the “phony.” (Zing.)
They sent me cheesy movies / the worst they could find / and then I sat and watched them all / and I enjoyed myself just fine