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...into the realm of the genuinely distinctive. Hoffmann underscores his intimacy with the story, which closely parallels his own life, by sharing his name with the narrator. The reader enters the narrator’s life during the 1940s. Living in what would become Israel, Hoffmann’s mother dies in the first line while British soldiers mill around the fringes of his memory. As is his wont, the speaker transmits his reactions to the moments that are most eventful by way of the images he recalls alongside them. The memories that tie themselves to his mother?...
Timoner describes her film as a “cautionary tale,” highlighting the consequences of a technology-based childhood. Much of the film is devoted to Harris’ upbringing and his relationship with his mother, whom he refused to see even on her deathbed. Interviews with Harris’ brother, in particular, reveal how he went from television addict to internet geek to friendless, heartless mad scientist. Though Timoner refers to herself as a “freak magnet,” the film has a surprisingly sympathetic gaze, making it much more than a voyeuristic...
...Venice Film Festival—an honor previously given to fellow Arriaga actor Gael García Bernal—which her bracing performance richly deserves. Although uniformly believable, the remaining cast does not reach Theron’s or Lawrence’s level. As the guilty mother, Kim Basinger is so shakingly fragile that she comes dangerously close to over-acting, which is frustrating given the subtlety of the rest of the film. J.D. Pardo is effective but one-dimensional as the son of Basinger’s paramour, and José María Yazpik is intriguing...
...more students are discovering that animals—cows, turkeys, pigs and chickens—living on factory farms and dying in slaughterhouses face abuses so severe that they could warrant felony cruelty-to-animals charges were dogs or cats the victims. McDonald’s suppliers cram mother pigs into crates that are too small for them to turn around in, cram hens into tiny cages that cause their muscles and bones to waste away from lack of use, and kill chickens using a method that guarantees that every year millions of birds will still be conscious when they...
...prone to certain behaviors, and from the time I was very, very little I was a compulsive eater. I was prone to have a problem with food by nature. And to make a perilous situation worse, I was raised in a family where food was a big deal. My mother loved to cook. My grandmother loved to cook. Both of them used the act of feeding people as ways to express themselves. Food was pride, food was love. I think that context wedded to my seemingly congenital appetite was a recipe for trouble. And then of course I jumped onto...