I mean, there were some redeeming factors—notice the surviving train structure and Jesse Eisenberg. However, Gaby and I agreed the script is one decent movie idea*, two halfway decent sketch ideas**, and a bunch of lines about how pretty scenery we don’t see is and how adultery is GREAT all tossed together with great actors just to promote Italian tourism.
Please don’t see this movie. Watch Midnight in Paris again and/or book a ticket to Rome.
*The Older Man revisiting his youthful follies abroad as psychic projection of real time conscience (i.e. the Alec Baldwin-Jesse Eisenberg-Greta Gerwig-Ellen Page storyline).
**The opera singer in the shower and the famous for no reason gags.
I read your piece about being sick in the UK and wanted to note that ERs in the US can't refuse service either. Many uninsured people don't go into the dr when they have a cough bc they can't afford it and then they end up at the ER w/ pneumonia and have to be hospitalized. In most cases hospitals will only charge you a small % if you can't pay. The problem isn't a lack of care in emergencies but rather a lack of coverage for preventative care which can lead to costly medical problems. My $0.02.
My class went to college in the era when you got a masters degrees in teaching because it was “something to fall back on” in the worst case scenario, the worst case scenario being that no one married you and you actually had to go to work. As this same classmate said at our reunion, “Our education was a dress rehearsal for a life we never led.” Isn’t that the saddest line? We weren’t meant to have futures, we were meant to marry them. We weren’t’ meant to have politics, or careers that mattered, or opinions, or lives; we were meant to marry them. If you wanted to be an architect, you married an architect.
….What I’m saying is, don’t delude yourself that the powerful cultural values that wrecked the lives of so many of my classmates have vanished from the earth. Don’t let the New York Times article about the brilliant success of Wellesley graduates in the business world fool you — there’s still a glass ceiling. Don’t let the number of women in the work force trick you — there are still lots of magazines devoted almost exclusively to making perfect casseroles and turning various things into tents.
Don’t underestimate how much antagonism there is toward women and how many people wish we could turn the clock back. One of the things people always say to you if you get upset is, don’t take it personally, but listen hard to what’s going on and, please, I beg you, take it personally. Understand: every attack on Hillary Clinton for not knowing her place is an attack on you. Underneath almost all those attacks are the words: get back, get back to where you once belonged. When Elizabeth Dole pretends that she isn’t serious about her career, that is an attack on you. The acquittal of O.J. Simpson is an attack on you. Any move to limit abortion rights is an attack on you — whether or not you believe in abortion. The fact that Clarence Thomas is sitting on the Supreme Court today is an attack on you.
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim. Because you don’t have the alibi my class had — this is one of the great achievements and mixed blessings you inherit: unlike us, you can’t say nobody told you there were other options. Your education is a dress rehearsal for a life that is yours to lead. Twenty-five years from now, you won’t have as easy a time making excuses as my class did. You won’t be able to blame the deans, or the culture, or anyone else: you will have no one to blame but yourselves. Whoa.
So what are you going to do? This is the season when a clutch of successful women — who have it all — give speeches to women like you and say, to be perfectly honest, you can’t have it all. Maybe young women don’t wonder whether they can have it all any longer, but in case of you are wondering, of course you can have it all. What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications. It will not be anything like what you think it will be like, but surprises are good for you. And don’t be frightened: you can always change your mind. I know: I’ve had four careers and three husbands.
“Writing in New York that same year, Ephron described her first year in the city, cycling through apartments and roommates and jobs. She had wanted to return to New York since she’d left as a 5-year-old. “I thought it was going to be the most exciting, magical, fraught-with-possibility place that you could ever live in; a place where if you really wanted something, you might be able to get it; a place where I’d be surrounded by people I was dying to be with. And I turned out to be right.” She wasn’t just good at endings, she was good at it all.”—
Right now, I’m tipsy (yes! World!) from a great night of cheap food and good drink with brilliant friends and (soon-to-be) famous comedians. Until recently, there were few women who gave me concrete hope that a good girl with a sharp brain could find joy and love and happiness in New York. Those women were Nora Ephron, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler.
Only Nora indulged the dream as reality. Only Nora came first.
Nora was a genius. Nora was an inspiration.
Nora Ephron is one of the people I owe my life’s few happinesses to.
Olympic-team member Justin Gatlin made the U.S. Olympic team for London over the weekend by winning the 100m at the Olympic Trials. On the women’s side, the U.S. still doesn’t have a third entrant in the 100m because Allyson Felix and Jeneba Tarmoh finished in dead heat.
While Felix and Tarmoh are deciding between a run-off or a coin flip, Gatlin offered a third, sexist option: a mud/Jell-O wrestling match. (First, Gatlin said he wanted Jell-O wrestling, then switched it up to mud on Sportscenter.)
“I’m voting for Jell-O wrestling match,” Gatlin said. “Red Jell-O. That’s my favorite.”
Oh see, that’s supposed to be funny! The fact Felix and Tarmoh have worked just as hard as Gatlin to get to the Olympics as sprinters should be thrown out. Ignore their accomplishments as athletes and focus on the fact Gatlin wants to be titillated.
Every single man I admire—I mean, smart, funny, kind, hard-working, morally upright males of the human species—ardently believe women are funny. They’ll rave about Maria Bamford, give all props and respect to Tina Fey, quote Jessi Klein jokes to their friends, wax poetically about how much they love Sara Schaefer, swoon at the mention of anything Amy Poehler’s done…I mean…name the lady comic and they love her. They’ll even rattle off up-and-coming female comics you’ve never heard of and say, “YOU NEED TO FOLLOW HER ON TWITTER, MEG! SHE’S THE BEST!”
In fact, it’s been smart, funny, awesome dudes who have pulled me aside to say, “You’re really funny and should do this professionally and don’t give up,” more often than even the super-supportive girls have.
When guys have said shit like “women aren’t funny” or “chicks can only do well in improv, but not stand up” or “let’s put in a rape joke!” to my face, I never listen to it. Why? Because the men who say those things are never men whose comedy I actually admire. They are usually hacks. They are usually dumb-dumbs. They are usually sexually-frustrated. They’re usually people who aren’t moving forward with their thoughts and ideas on stage or off.
Basically, I can’t be bothered with those fools and neither should any of you.