"All around me were families of every race, color, and creed, some with one tiny terrified grandmother clutching a large plastic purse; it was great that all of these ethnic groups were shopping together, but I felt very guilty about sharing the American big-butt thing with innocent Koreans and Jamaicans and Indians. It's as if they gave us delicate calligraphy and graceful temple dancers, and we gave them refrigerator-size sneakers and the concept that oversize T-shirts worn to the shin are slimming."
An incomplete (but growing) collection of the "beloved and irresponsible" film critic's work for Premiere magazine that hasn't already been compiled in book form.
To read the columns from Premiere on this blog, click on any scanned page, then right-click to download it as a JPEG that can be magnified on your desktop so you don't get a headache squinting at all of Libby's great one-liners. (Alternately, you can right-click to open a page in a new tab on your browser and magnify it that way.) I never worked for Premiere, so if you're a copyright owner and would like Libby's columns to be removed from this blog, please contact me at rwcass@gmail.com. They're meant for informational purposes only, I promise. (Well, they're also meant to make you laugh, but you get the idea.)
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