One Sentence Movie Reviews: “The Nanny Diaries”

The Nanny Diaries (2007): "A charming romantic copy starring Scarlet Johansson and the Citicorp red umbrella logo."

The Nanny Diaries (2007): "A charming romantic copy starring Scarlet Johansson and the Citicorp red umbrella logo."
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
Video of waves at The Mavericks, about 25 miles south of San Francisco, the Mount Everest of American surfing. Makes my hair twirl just to watch it (via SF Gate).
If where the book industry is headed interests you (and really, who isn’t as dweebily into this sort of thing as I), please consult the Nov. 23 episode of On The Media which is an excellent summary of where we’re at. Then chase it down with Junot Diaz’s interview on KCRW’s Bookworm where he said this which made me want to stand up and cheer.
The single best assessment I’ve seen of the current writer’s strike is Rob Long’s weekly commentary on KCRW, Martini Shot. He had this to say a few weeks ago.
The truth is, the web — that thing that brings us email and MySpace and cats playing the piano on YouTube
— has a kind of WalMart effect on the entertainment choices offered to
the audience: there’s a lot more to choose from, most of it’s pretty
awful, and all of it is going to be a lot cheaper. When you combine the
digitization of content with unlimited bandwidth, what you get is a
cheaper, more efficient system. And Brentwood was not built on cheap,
or efficient. This town — and all of us who work here — all of us,
writers, agents, actors, lawyers, studio executives, all of us here in
the second grade classroom called Hollywood — have a stake in
preserving this great big slushy inefficient mess of a system, that
makes pilots that never get aired, buys scripts that never get
produced, makes movies that no one sees, produces series that get
cancelled.
I feel like we’re all hanging out in the hardware store on Main
Street, bickering, while they’re building the SuperWalMart out where
the interstate meets the state highway. To the writers — to my
colleague — I say, the web is going to force us to radically alter our
expectations about residuals. We will probably end up getting less.
That’s what market efficiencies do. Let’s figure out how to adjust to
that.
To the studios, I say make a deal. Swallow it, and make a deal.
You may think you can kill the WGA, and you probably can, but it’ll be
the first part of a murder-suicide pact, and if you don’t believe me,
call up somebody in the record business. If you can find one. The web’s
been visiting with them, too. Those kids on YouTube and Facebook aren’t
going to make you rich; your box office is dwindling; your ratings are
dropping; Guitar Hero is not fattening Sumner Redstone’s wallet.
We’re all in the second grade together. Let’s stop throwing up on each other.
That’s pretty damn smart.

Bee Movie (2007): "It was lovely to realize that Jerry Seinfeld is funnier as a cartoon insect than he ever was as a sitcom star."
"How do these little black spider legs on pages hold so much power?"
I’m super proud of my cousin Jud Smith, a sculptor who has his first solo show at the respected Quicksilver Mine Co. Galley, about an hour north of San Francisco. Jud works in concrete and steel. I liken his work to wreckage dug from Pompeii, if Vesuvius erupted in 2415.
The show runs until the end of the year. See it if you can.
Looking to get to sometime soon…