... comes this article which seems to testify to the pricklish philistinism discussed briefly here on Saturday. Some things are just too ludicrous to believe.
In other film news, the CBC has an intriguing account of what may well prove to be Ingmar Bergman's final film, Saraband. Gee, and it stars Liv Ullmann. Who would possibly have predicted that?
(Key quote: "It's less Bill O'Reilly, more Kierkegaard." Mercy be for that. I think.)
25 July 2005
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