A brief weekly round-up of some good stuff.
The Muppets came back! For one night only, but holy hell do we need whatever we can get right now.
Peter Hujar's Day is now available to watch on Criterion and it's an absolutely lovely way to spend an hour and change.
Melissa Clark's broccoli potato soup has been giving me life this week.
Aarvo Pärt's "Fur Alina" is my ideal winter mood music.
According to IMDb, Harrison Ford has 87 acting credits to his name. Any actor is bound to appear in a stinker or two*, especially over the course of such a long career. When I decided to dedicate this week's newsletter to one of Harrison's worst movies,
When we talk about the physical appearance of movie stars, it's often within the context of what doesn't appear. Namely, discernible flaws. Scars, veins, cysts, enlarged pores, the pitted ghosts of teenage acne—the only place those have in Hollywood is on character actors.* But Harrison
The nice thing about having a newsletter—and arguably the only reason to have one—is that you get to write about anything you want. And that is why I've decided that the rest of July is Harrison Ford Month at the Marx-Ennui Reader. July, after all,
One of the things I like most about being laid off from a food publication is that I'm no longer expected to have an opinion about The Bear. I watched the show's first season with both fervor and admiration; the second with more admiration than fervor;