The former president* and his favorite network had a bad day in various courtrooms recently. In one case, it was because the former president* is the world's worst client, and in the other case, it was because the former president* is such a contagious legal bacillus that the network has had to hire its lawyers off billboards along I-90. |
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She approaches life with a side-eyed, surreal sense of humor that is very much at odds with her public persona. This sensibility has governed how she has responded to everything that's come since. To years of self-hate and insecurity; to an industry—a world—that rewards neither loyalty nor sanity; to professional rejection and personal heartache; to the ill will of web commenters and a doubting public. Her ability to laugh despite, well, everything is "something that gets me through life." And that offbeat sense of humor is partly what makes Blink Twice—her directorial debut (out August 23) and the biggest creative swing of her career—so damn watchable. Nearly a decade in the making, Kravitz's bombshell social critique both terrifies and enrages. In between, veering from satire to slapstick, it makes you laugh. Like, really laugh. Though it's not targeting racism per se, it's poised to rile and rattle audiences the same way Jordan Peele's Get Out did in 2017. It doesn't just suggest a recontextualization of who Kravitz is as a creator; it downright demands it. |
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His name was Skete. I never knew him by any other name. He never said and I never asked. It would have been bad form because Skete was a breeder of pit bulldogs, bred especially to fight, bred for ferocity, tenacity, quickness, and strength. Fighting dogs in a pit, or anywhere else for that matter, is against the law—a felony if the breeder takes his dog across state lines to fight. I'd met Skete through a girl I'd known about four years before. In the middle of the night the girl called me up and asked if I'd like to go to a fight being held in South Florida. She knew, as everybody does who knows me at all, that I love blood sports. Not a particularly admirable trait, but one that I've always had and one I've never tried to suppress or find the reasons for. |
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