![]() ![]() ![]() In major newspapers, the culture sections are choked by pieces about “comfort cinema,” as though we can spend 2020 ignoring politics, blocking out anti-police protests, and disregarding the pandemic in favor of sipping Merlot on our beds and watching Sex and the City while “essential workers” bring us Chipotle. Those last two slots have yielded some truly dreadful writing, most notably of the “red wine and chill” variety. And in October, for Bright Wall, Dark Room, Josh Spiegel wrote a funny, incisive essay about class in Columbo that’s inspired me to maybe eventually probably someday watch the show.Ĭulture writing, in general, this year seems to fall into several categories: the reappraisal of old, maybe forgotten, classics guilty, “escapist” binge-watching and the proclivity to reassess work in light of our current circumstances. In August, The White Pube ’s Zarina Muhammad wrote a review of Gilmore Girls that is charming, a little pissed off, and brilliant. And some great pieces come from this model, especially this year. Many smaller publications - including this one that I love dearly - rely on freelance or unpaid writers and don’t have to produce new film reviews and up-to-date culture writing all the time. ![]()
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