I have nothing, really, to say about this movie other than I quite enjoyed it because I am a big fan of Bob Dylan. Who knows what someone who never heard of Dylan would make of it?Read More
Month: September 2005
I’ll admit — the photos below are pretty crappy. I didn’t even get photos of about one third of the party-goers. That’s because the margaritas were so good!!! Here’s Kerry the moment we all shouted HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! The photo doesn’t show just how miserable he was. Eventually — as margarita saturation started reaching its maximum capacity — a giant sombrero appeared on Kerry’s head. Marcy goes wild with delight at seeing Mr. Dye collapsed on 8th Avenue. Frankly, who isn’t wild at delight at seeing Mr. Dye collapsed on 8th Avenue? Why don’t we look at that in close up, eh? Bill rightly decides it is time to head...Read More
This is one of the most difficult books I’ve ever read. While reading I’d alter between feeling nausea, headache or an odd disassociative feeling where, I suppose, I was able to convince myself I was reading fiction. It isn’t fiction, but a documentary-like play by play of what it was like at the World Trade Center from the moment of the first impact until the destruction of the second tower. The now legendary communications foul-ups on behalf of the well meaning rescue teams are made very specific — we know now which lives went unsaved and why. Perhaps most upsetting are the accounts of people who would have gotten out — or would have been killed — if they just did one mundane thing a little differently. A photographer leaving Windows on the World is leaving on an elevator and hears a soft “Can ya hold that?” He sticks his hand out and two women get on the elevator. If he thought to himself “no biggie, they’ll catch the next one” those two women would be dead. The book has a million moments like that. Things I didn’t know: a few people (18) from the south tower impact zone actually did survive. I thought that if you were at or above the flames you were gone — but since the plane in tower two came it an angle, it...Read More
Only twenty-two members of the Senate are invited to my house: Boxer, Feinstein, Biden, Akaka, Inouye, Durbin, Obama, Bayh, Harkin, Mikulski, Sarbanes, Kennedy, Kerry, Stabenow, Dayton, Reid, Corzine, Lautenberg, Clinton, Schumer, Reed, Cantwell. The other 78 who voted to confirm John Roberts, have just earned themselves an extension to their purgatorial...Read More
Kerry Douglas Dye and I greatly enjoyed Alan Ayckbourn’s dopey farce “Absurd Person Singular” at the Manhattan Theater Club last night. Lots of dumb jokes, physical comedy, funny voices and running gags. Old frickin school. It is the 12th of Ayckbourn’s 69 produced plays. Yow. If you can get your hands on cheap tix like we did,...Read More
Jordan Hoffman is a New York-based writer and film critic working for The Guardian, Vanity Fair, Thrillist, Times of Israel, NY Daily News and elsewhere.
He is the host of ENGAGE: The Official Star Trek Podcast, a member of the New York Film Critics Circle and challenges you to a game of backgammon.