Here's what we've been reading and watching this week:
Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds is inspiring some wonderful film criticism; David Denby's amazement at Tarantino's ability as a filmmaker offset by impatience with Tarantino's self-indulgences; Karina Longworth's subtle second opinion, and from Roger Ebert, who liked the film so much that he has been saving his review since he saw the film at Cannes back in May and believes that this movie further solidifies Tarantino's status as 'the real thing.' It appears that, whether they like the movie or not, critics agree that a major filmmaker has swung for the fences, and the result needs to be discussed.
In BHD-tastic music issue of The Believer, Arthur Phillips discusses how to write about music. His wonderful novel This Song Is You would suggest he knows of what he speaks.
The House Next Door's analysis and summaries of Mad Men should be must-reads for fans of the show. I interpret several of the scenes differently, but then the show's delicious ambiguity is one of the reasons we like it so much.
Subway grafitti is illegal all of the time and annoying most of the time, but this is just awesome.
The Onion had a strong week, with its infographic about David Mamet's adaptation of The Diary of Anne Frank and its coverage of Panetene's new masturbation-friendly shampoo.
And finally, just because its awesome: