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These days, according to Gawker, which borrowed liberally from the Crimson archives for her college story, Min is continuing to develop her interests in literature and anthropology as a “Writing and Ethnographic Marketing Consultant.” And she??s still glamorous. She dates famous male models and sends Rushdie Free Love Cookies on Facebook. Once, she wrote about her sex life on a blog called “Mongol Whored.” Gawker truly outdid itself to get to the steamy blog—Min had last posted in January...
Thurman’s Eliza is immediately compelling because she seems to lack the trappings of most stay-at-home movie moms. She??s not utterly selfless or wise, nor does she worship her children or possess a burning desire to appear perfect to the outside world. In between dropping her children off at school and uploading her musings to her blog, “The Bjorn Identity,” she grapples with her workaholic husband (Anthony Edwards) and her pregnant, sex-deprived best friend (Minnie Driver). She may be grouchy and stretched thin...
...over which his heartbreak unfolds—2,864 days, or nearly eight years—he obsessively collects thousands of objects that Füsun has touched, or that remind him of her. Cigarette stubs bearing the impress of her mouth or traces of her lipstick, a saltshaker she??d once happened to use—all find a place in his room to be arranged as a “museum of innocence” for his beloved...
Emma stuns in the most gorgeous wedding dress ever. She??s like a Disney princess. She can sing! She can dance! Who knew? (Unless they dubbed her like Audrey, but we wouldn’t want to know. If this is a lie, it’s a lie we really want to believe.) The point-of-view shots are too claustrophobic and goofy, but otherwise this is just magic. As if we hadn’t been completely in love with Emma before. Good gracious...
...people-watcher and I think that I inherited a little bit of it from her. But where she??s interested in what people are saying to each other, I pay more attention to the way people navigate and—because I’m in almost the same spot every week—to patterns. There’s a guy with a blue bicycle who has crashed on the same spot three times this year, an old lady who crosses Brattle Street at needlessly perfect right angles, and tour groups with matching beverages. All this against...