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I enjoyed GQ‘s take-down of American Beauty, which I too found risible upon a second viewing.  But it’s surely not the worst recent film to win an Oscar.  Where are the articles excoriating Philadelphia and Schindler’s List?  Is it still too soon to admit that these were terrible films as well?

Here’s T.S. Eliot telling us why Hamlet is a terrible play, and Coriolanus is great.  I’ll take his word on the second point.

I’m beginning to hate the bicycle enthusiasts who flood the roads on fair-weather weekends, of which we’ve had an abundance lately.  They zip about in their Spandex unitards on thousand-dollar racing bikes slowing auto traffic; worse, they live elsewhere, so the parking lots and even the streets are chock-a-block with Jeeps and wagons bearing bicycle racks jutting out.  And they gather on the sidewalks to talk about God-knows-what while “rehydrating.”  Who has the time and money for healthy leisure?  Not my kind, surely.  Next time I see a fat slob ambling to the drugstore for a six-pack I’m giving him the brofist salute.

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