Evidently Brooklyn is the new Toronto.

Rejoice, for A.S. Hamrah has another film column up at [otherwise often tedious and Harvard wanker-riddled]* n+1. The cinetrix will share a few excerpts here, as she finds it impossible to limit herself to just one.

On Errol Morris and Standard Operating Procedure: "His 'interrotron' technique is supposed to be penetrating but it makes everybody look like they're on a job interview."

On Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay: "In the first one, white people were clueless idiots; in the sequel Harold and Kumar face a world where the War on Terror has turned everybody into idiots."

On Baby Mama: "If Tina Fey's wealthy yuppie were a Brooklyn mommy-wannabe everyone would know she was a snob; Amy Poehler's good-hearted Tastykake-eater would be seen as condescended to. But make them Pennsylvanians and they're both lovable dopes."

On My Blueberry Nights: "It never occurred me that I'd rather see Lynndie England in a movie than Norah Jones."

Hee! See what I mean? He also reviews Hou Hsiao-hsien's Flight of the Red Balloon and casts a critical eye on trailers. You really should read the whole thing.

*Oooh! Just saw they have a story by Helen DeWitt in the new issue. So all is forgiven. For now.