It's a shame when a critic's objectivity is blurred by a singular hatred of a movie's producer, as in the case of Ella Taylor's diatribe against the Nora Ephronproduced Hanging Up ["Phoned In," February 1824]. I thought Diane Keaton's direction of this true-to-life story was moving and also much funnier than the usual idiotic fantasies we are asked to see each weekend. Of course films like You've Got Mail and Michael are insufferable. All the more reason not to take it out on the movies that try and show life as it really is. Why are people so enraged at seeing women's real dilemmas onscreen? I think that's a more interesting question than why does everyone hate Nora Ephron?
AND NOW, ON BEHALF OF OUR CURLY-TAILED READERS . . .
Seriously, if I have to read one more restaurant review featuring "noisette of pork pump," whatever the hell it is, I fear I will have to go to Lake Spring, order one and then beatJonathan Gold with it. STOP THE MADNESS! STOP THE PRINTING! STOP THE PORK! (I really do think I speak for most of the readers here.)
EDITOR'S NOTE: See this week's Roundabout column for clarification.