little neurotic babies!
holy shit: the most annoying comic character ever may be getting hitched. does that mean we need to worry about potential badly-drawn offspring?
i hate it when things that are supposed to be empowering — i.e., “cathy,” the first widely published comic strip to be written by a working woman about a working woman; or, say, maureen dowd — are actually smug, snide, or irritating.
last night i meant to watch city of god, which was being shown with moderate legality on campus, but after sitting through the entirety of d.w. griffith’s intolerance, i simply couldn’t handle it. my knees cried, Not three MORE hours of being bent and stationary! my hands cried, Not three MORE hours without doodling! my eyes — well, they just cried, and yours would too, because intolerance is an epic of epic proportions, and epics are bad enough when they have sound, color, and coherent plots.
certainly, it’s better than birth of a nation, the other epic for which griffiths is known. this one doesn’t have scheming mulattos and a noble ku klux klan. it does however continue with the theme of very pale victimized childlike women and the terrible tragedies that befall them.
i don’t want to sell d.w. short. he creates a pretty amazing replica of ancient babylon and the battle scenes are direct ancestors of those of lotr. heads succeed in rolling rather believably. i’m just not a fan of his moral messages and three hours of anything can be hard to take.