The cinetrix has survived a week that included a last-minute freelance assignment, writing and presenting a paper at an academic conference, jaunts to the coast and the mountains in a 36-hour span, a return trip on the Darjeeling Limited, and, oh, the World Series win by the Red Sox. Huzzah.
Now she just has to figure out which film to show the kiddies when we talk about star theory next week. Part of me wants to go old school and expose them to the flux that is Monroe [I was thinking Some Like It Hot] or the triptych of Hepburn, Grant, and Stewart in The Philadelphia Story. But another part of me wants to skew modern. The question is how, without screening, uh, Ocean's Eleven or something. Supplementary readings to the Dyer include excerpts from Johnny Depp Starts Here and Sarah Vowell's old Salon essay about Tom Cruise, but what should the film be?
*Special apologies to fellow New Englanders who are now cursing me because a song is stuck in their heads.
