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...occasions Criterion has reissued a film that was already in its collection to produce a higher-quality transfer, offer more extras and - dare we suspect? - make a buck. A comparison of the original one-disc edition of Kurosawa's 1954 epic and its recent three-disc release shows that sometimes more really is more. Dividing the 3hr.27min. film between two discs allows a much crisper and richer image and a greatly enlarged gallery of extras. Those include a two-hour video conversation from 1993 between Kurosawa and Japanese director Nagisa Oshima, documentaries on the making of the film...
...you’ve ever had the misfortune of visiting an upper-middle class subdivision, you know exactly what I’m talking about. If not, then go if you dare to the exurbs and suburbs that surround our cities (but are still comfortably far away from property value killers like the impoverished or minorities). There in the suburbs and exurbs you, too, can see really ugly architecture. Now nearly all of the subdivisions you will see will be revolting, but if you want to find the worst you need to look for the upper-middle class. To find...
...blockmate nicely encapsulated the problem: “Why study Shakespeare?” In response, some of us choose to storm off in a pique of rage; others offer lofty bromides, fully aware of their inanity. All of us, however, are confounded, and perhaps vaguely offended. How dare this bourgeois challenge me to justify the humanities by vulgar utilitarian criteria? We pursue beauty, and to quote the French poet Theophile Gautier, “The most useful place in the house is the latrine...
Environmentalism is arguably a luxury for Western nations. But it would be foolish (dare I say, inefficient) to ignore the real costs of conventional agricultural production. Organic farming will undoubtedly continue to have higher input costs, but it does not unduly burden society. Someone...
...badgers wielding clubs and the entire abbey feasting on pot pies and drinking cordials far into the night. And I was content. Sometimes, though, in the library for after-school (‘cause Hebrew School didn’t start till four), in between rounds of Truth or Dare, ignoring the screening of The Rescuers Down Under (as sweet as it is, they showed it every week), I might occasion a glance at the shelves. And oh! What is this rare breed? A Choose Your Own Adventure book. Garbage, I knew, but oddly captivating. What autonomy! I think...