Libby Gelman-Waxner: The Lost Years: 2004

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December 2004-January 2005: "The Tao of Libby"

"As a rule, only rich white people can afford to get deeply existential; enjoying a dark night of the soul is like buying a second home or hiring someone to tutor your child for the SATs. That's what I loved about Huckabees: It's like a completely sincere, giddy movie made to be screened at David O. Russell's bar mitzvah."

October 2004: "High Anxiety"

"The Freudian urge behind all robot movies is, of course, everyone's desperate desire to own slaves without guilt. The paranoia of I, Robot is that someday a food processor will write a version of Roots proclaiming the evil of Westinghouse or Mitsubishi."

July-August 2004: "Kill, Libby, Kill!"

"I totally identified with Uma because after she dismembers someone, she checks off her accomplishment on a list, just the way I do when I return calls or pick up the dry cleaning. Uma is a Martha Stewart-style assassin, because she's strict, blond, organized, and always at least a little furious."