If they're going to persist in calling it "intellectual property," then I'm going to intellectualize:
This movie is a pleasant surprise, albeit a very mild version of both words, in that it manages a breezy, affable tone and it only kind of sucks. It also shares a characteristic, increasingly prevalent, of many "intellectual property" adaptations, namely that the references to the original property are a mile wide, but an inch deep.
No duh, you doubtlessly reply, it's a bullshit cash-in,…
Until I was ten, my dad's main source of income was from bartending, and for several years in that period he worked at a place in Downtown Brooklyn that was a brisk walk from the borough's various courthouses. This is relevant for two reasons: the main one is a prize anecdote starring my dad's friend and coworker Jimmy, wherein during a particularly busy day at the restaurant John Gotti and retinue came in seeking strong drink and a bite to…
To properly explain myself I have to start many years ago. When I was 18, my second year in college, I took a fiction writing workshop taught by a well-known novelist who shall remain nameless here (mainly because if she remembers me at all, any mention of my name probably elicits a "Jesus Christ....him"). I was very excited at the prospect of getting my future storied career as A Very Serious Writer underway, and as such I was more than…
