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The Castle in the Forest: A Novel by Norman Mailer
rating: 4 of 5 stars
This book it tough to swallow as it humanizes one of the most vile people in history, Adolf Hitler. However, once I allowed myself to get into the book, I saw the genius behind Mailer’s work. If we humanize a man by seeing him through the eyes of a devil, what does that say about us? Layers and questions fill this book, making it more of a stimulating read than an informational one. Also, Mailer’s prose is incredible here. He is like a chameleon, entering an older dialect for an older tale. I knew he was great, just didn’t realize he was so diverse. A master of letters! (exclamation points add to the book’s charm. check it out.
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The Shroud of the Thwacker by Chris Elliott
rating: 3 of 5 stars
I have to say I enjoyed this goofy little romp. Sure, it’s inane, but for some reason I couldn’t put it down. I think Chris Elliot is sending a message to us to not take ourselves so darn seriously. Message recieved loud a clear cabin boy.
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Catherine Hardwicke no doubt set out to make a gritty drama of teen angst set against the backdrop of the dreary Pacific Northwest, but a few weeks prior to shooting, a producer must have handed her a script for “Twilight” and said make this instead. The first screen adaptation of Stephanie Meyer’s bestselling romanticÂ vampireÂ series isÂ likeÂ a cheap wine looking for a bottle, which is really a shame because I would surely lap it up if only served properly. Targeted at teenage girls, it would seem my age and gender preclude me from this discussion, however I believe that young women are yearning for much more from their heroines, so let’s get started with the nit pickiness. Read on…
It had to happen sometime. As much as I had hoped to stave it off for as long as possible, the day had to come when I would leave a Judd Apatow production utterly dissatisfied. “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” nearly did me in, but further rumination on the film showed a real maturation happening in the cabal of dirty little boys that surround the Hollywood comedy magnate. Too bad that the progression toward a better kind of toilet humor didn’t make it’s way into the teams latest, and arguably most anticipated, “Pineapple Express”.
While I donâ€™t usually veer off from reviewing films or books, I figured this new album would be worth my two pence since, after all, Coldplay makes some reliably cinematic music.
I remember 2000â€™s â€œParachutesâ€ album from the soon-to-be pop stars Coldplay. In one fell swoop those Brits invaded our shores and frontman Chris Martin stole many of our girlfriends with his ruggedized nerdy white boy swagger. Damn them, I said as a high school sophomore; theyâ€™re music is too girly. Iâ€™ll just sit over here and jam out to Lit or Blink 182 because Iâ€™m so cool. As quickly as the group became chic it became even more-so to hate on them.
But the truth is theyâ€™re amazing, that album in particular. Read on…