Monthly Archives: March 2006

Lent: Part 12

The Long, Hot Summer (1958) – Willfull young women with minds of their own need to be told what to do, kissed when they say no and slap you, and above all, they must be married off before they become willfull old women. All dialogue sounds more witty when it’s spoken on a sun porch with a refined Mississippi accent. And no one gets on that rocket ship without Angela Lansbury’s say-so.

Lent: Part 8

The Weather Man (2005) – I hate Nicholas Cage, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because he’s secretly a Coppola. But he’s the only Coppola I hate, and I don’t really hate anyone else for having a pseudonym, so that can’t be it. Maybe it’s because he named his son after Superman, but I hated him long before that. Who knows. But every time I see one of his movies, I hate him a little less, and with time, the irrational hatred regrows. This movie was pretty good, but I bet I’ll forget everything about it just in time to reluctantly watch my next Nicholas Cage movie.

And for those keeping score at home, despite a valiant effort, Michael Cane was unable to unseat Hugh Laurie as Best British Guy Doing an American Accent.

EDIT: No, wait. I hate Talia Shire. They really ought to be required to keep the Coppola name. Makes it easier for me to hate them. And Arnold Schwarzenegger is a Kennedy by marriage.