In the recent period I've seen a number of films about the history and legacy of Nazism, most of them German and current, and I read about a new book on two legends of German cinema. The juxtaposition of these events in time seemed coincidental. Or was it?
All New Yorkers know that leaving town often is one of the only things that ostensibly keeps us sane--a head scratcher that in and of itself might set off a light bulb for anyone who hadn't already lost it.
It was supposed to be a documentary about the dead zones in the Chesapeake Bay. But the material he was reading about the pollution of the bay was too scary. So director Barry Levinson made a horror movie instead: The Bay.
Caitlin Flanagan goes there -- the third rail of women talking about other women -- the kind of stuff we lower our voices to share -- she goes after Joan Didion's portrayal of herself as a mother. With all due respect.