This is part of a week-long series celebrating the 45th birthdays of characters from Romy and Michele's High School Reunion.
Heather never told the Cowboy about the abortion. As he slept, she sat up and listened to the hotel’s air conditioner turn off and on until morning. She knew immediately, but didn’t make an appointment for two months. There’s a dull pain of something like regret but mostly like sadness that resurfaces at night, just before bed, but it’s never enough to keep her awake. It’s just there. A decision. A memory. She should have told him. All she would have done differently is make a phone call, but [...]
Tonight, NBC will air The Sound of Music Live!, a three-hour rendition starring Carrie Underwood as Maria. In preparation, some favorite things.
LORDE Teenage abandon and bobbing on TV, Snapchats from girlfriends and outselling Britney, Trying my best not to see diamond rings, These are a few of my favorite things.
JEFF BEZOS Buying newspapers and squeezing my dollars, Next-day delivery, efficiency scholars, Not drones at all are you fucking kidding, These are a few of my favorite things.
KRIS JENNER When you take photos or look my direction, Gossip and rumors and general attention, Unhappy daughters and press that they bring, These are a few of my [...]
This is part of a week-long series celebrating the tenth anniversary of Love Actually.
Colin woke up, turned, and stretched his arm to the other side of the bed. For the third time that week, nothing. He was alone again.
Harriet had moved in the day they returned to London. For the first few months, it was nothing but sex, sex, sex. Which was fine! Both seemed to enjoy it, at least for a while. Then, suddenly, it stopped. There was no kissing. No cuddling. No lazy afternoons together on the couch. They were merely cohabiters. It took a while before Colin allowed himself to recognize her lack of exclusivity, but, [...]
Ten years ago this week, A.O. Scott reviewed Love Actually in the New York Times:
The film's governing idea of love is both shallow and dishonest, and its sweet, chipper demeanor masks a sour cynicism about human emotions that is all the more sleazy for remaining unacknowledged. It has the calloused, leering soul of an early-60's rat-pack comedy, but without the suave, seductive bravado. The worst kind of cad is the one who thinks he's really a sensitive guy deep down.
Nice try, Mr. Scott, but Love Actually is a movie overflowing with so much joy that what bubbles over shields it from all criticisms. Rowan Atkinson [...]