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The good news is that Carrie is not relocating to the chicken-inhabited farmlands of Virginia, the bad news is the man who brought her there has been rebooted as a Hallmark card. Now that Carrie and Aidan have had 23 minutes of happy screen time on this show, I find myself wondering when it’s going to get messy again. But things can’t get messy, exactly, with a human Hallmark card, they just get boring — and bringing Aidan’s ex-wife into the story won’t change that.

Oakland-based producer and sessionin showcase resident sndtrak has long been interested in film and video. In high school he took an editing class with his friends and ran around with a camera shooting amatuer footage. As a self-proclaimed film buff he also has extensive knowledge about a wide range of movies. More recently sndtrak gained widespread recognition for his innovative sample challenge videos on Instagram and Twitter. These short, imaginative clips have helped him win over new fans and tap into a different aspect of his creativity.

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret Dir. Kelly Fremon Craig 106 min.  As a prodigious young bookworm in the late ’70s and early ’80s, I couldn’t get enough of Judy Blume’s “Fudge” series, which started with Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and continued with Superfudge (my favorite), Fudge-a-Mania, and Double Fudge. And so, naturally, I sought out other Blume books like Blubber, her more serious children’s novel about a girl who’s ostracized and bullied over her weight.

The brain is the single most metabolically demanding organ in the body. It uses about 30% of all the caloric energy consumed by the body. Imagine that for a minute. If about one third of our metabolism is dedicated just to powering our thoughts, does it make sense that thinking can make us tired? Or that we can’t think as well when we’re hungry or fatigued? Or that metabolic stimulants (e.

The other day on Instagram I announced that I am pregnant, due in the spring. What this means for this newsletter is that all paid subscriptions will be paused around the time of birth for some as-yet-undetermined period. As I’ve never had a baby before—and have read far too many horror stories online—I’m not expecting to be publishing any new work during that time, though I rather hope for the occasional intellectual stimulation of dashing off a brief missive.

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In the 90's, music videos were very important. Music was very important. It isn’t as important anymore. Music doesn’t impact culture the way it used to, nor does it have much substance. During the peak of music video culture, your TV channel choices were MTV, VH1, and BET. MTV was a blend of music videos, shows about music, and reality TV shows; BET was for black people; and VH1 was strictly music videos for a time.

Greg Mitchell is the author of a dozen books, including (with Robert Jay Lifton) “Hiroshima in America,” “Atomic Cover-up,” and the recent award-winning “The Beginning or the End: How Hollywood—and America—Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.” He has directed three documentary films since 2021 for PBS (including “Atomic Cover-up”) . You can subscribe to this newsletter for free. Last week I covered and excerpted Annie Jacobsen’s new book, now a bestseller, “Nuclear War: A Scenario.

Flora and Son Dir. John Carney 97 min. Some filmmakers discover they do one thing extremely well and stick with it and there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. For John Carney, it’s movies about the transformative power of music, an interest he first pursued with Once in 2007 then returned to, in one way or another, with Begin Again, Sing Street, and now Flora and Son, a pleasant but thin dramedy with one scene that alone justifies its reason for existing and confirms Carney as the best there is at his particular niche (or at least the best since Cameron Crowe).