from the rama-lama-ding-dong
Michael Moore, doing what he does best, has gone after Bush/Enron in detail. If you can get past the hyperbole (he uses the phrase "fat cats" without irony and references Peter's denying Jesus, of all things), Moore links a series of about twenty-five mainstream articles that, cumulatively, are utterly damning.
They sure are nice people at the Dharma Farm, though I probably should have checked them out about a year ago, seeing as I have only three months remaining in this town. They keep hours that are a little early for me (I know, most people have jobs), but we'll see. My dopamine circuits are leading me around by the nose, and we can't have that.
Oh, and Gosford Park was just fine, though I agree with the Bellona Times that the hunting scene in La Règle du Jeu will stand as definitive. Unfortunately, what has stuck in my head from Altman's film is one of the Ivor Novello songs. I guess Novello and his work are still respected in Britain (e.g., the annual Ivor Novello awards), but I cannot deal with a tune that goes:
If you wonder what a duke should be,
Won't you take another look at me?
I'm doughty, and gouty—
