A speaker from Harvard, whose name I have long forgotten, recited to us the only poem he ever penned. The last two lines of his sole poetic effort linger in my memory: “It’s just the reverse of what Darwin said/We are going back to the quadruped.” The lines are comical, but... Read More →

  It’s hard to know what to do with a film that begins with the end of the universe. The Life of Chuck places us in a generic urban/suburban world where normal things are starting to unravel. In a traffic snarl, a schoolteacher (Marty) sees a billboard with the picture of an... Read More →