"It's supposed to be a charming romantic confection, and it sort of is, except that most of the people in it are English, which pretty much kills the hot-stuff angle; a naked Englishperson seems like something that has had its shell removed and been left on the highway. I think English people feel that sex is something Americans do because we can't read."
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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