I watched Todd Haynes' Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story
the other night. The resolution is terrible, but still worth watching. Apparently back in 1987, when he made the film, people didn't know a whole lot about anorexia.
Also watched Heil Honey I'm Home!
a really un
-funny, albeit fascinating, sitcom about Hitler and Eva Braun
living next door to a Jewish family in late '30s Berlin. It's a weird idea, partly because you sort of know the premise has perverse funny potential, made weirder by the fact that the Holocaust is looming, rather than passed. Set in the 1950s maybe you can buy the living incarnation of evil has learned something, feels some remorse, and almost allow yourself to watch him be a bumbling, funny man without wanting to vomit-- not so when all of his deeds are still waiting to be done.
Finally, from today's Times
, the best thing
about the Scooter Libby trial, bar-none. The conversation they must have had! Sketch comedy gold:
Before the jurors departed on Wednesday afternoon, they filed into the courtroom, all but one wearing bright red T-shirts with a white valentine heart over their clothes, to the uncertain laughter of many in the courtroom.
But as one juror, a retired North Carolina schoolteacher, rose to speak, Judge Walton became visibly anxious that the juror might say something inappropriate that could threaten the trial. Jurors are not supposed to speak and are supposed to make any concerns known through notes to the bench.
The juror said they were wearing the shirts to express their fondness for the judge and the court staff on Valentine’s Day. He then added, to the judge’s growing discomfort, that they were unanimous in this sentiment, but they would all be independent in judging the evidence in the Libby case.
The sole juror who apparently declined to wear the shirt was a woman who had been a curator at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.