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  • Whoopi Goldberg Kicks Ass on Bill O'Reilly



    We’re going to ignore that she is also obsessed with ass, because (a) who isn’t? And (b) watching the divine Ms. Goldberg repeatedly use the phrase “up your butt” while Bill O’Reilly tries to nod sagely is highly amusing.


    Whoopi appeared on FOX’s The O’Reilly Factor over the last two nights, and is perhaps the only person we’ve seen you actually made Bill listen when she said: “Do me a favor here: Don’t. Bullshit. Me.” She then smoothly pointed out his sexist treatment of veteran White House reporter Helen Thomas, while knowing when to smile, nod, and let Bill choke on his own bloated ego...
    Oh, did we mention that Bill is, apparently, the only person in America who truly "understand[s] the Barack Obama phenomenon"?


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  • Straight From Video: "Sex and the City" Movie Coverage, Reviews Sexist?

    We can all agree that it's hard to look at the Steadman-like illustration (right) accompanying Anthony Lane's review of the Sex and the City movie and not assume that it is, at the very least, an indelicate and possibly hateful attack on the movie and, by extension, the show that inspired it. But what about Lane's review? Is it misogynist? The gals at Jezebel seem to think so; the folks at New York Magazine's Daily Intelligencer are less than convinced.

    We're on the fence. Certainly there are plenty of people -- men and women -- who are burning off some long-moldering hatred for the show now that the movie's out. (Hence our discussion of the topic here. BTW, did a serious SatC backlash ever happen? Seems like if it did, we missed it...) But we don't think Lane meant to criticize anything other than the movie's lack-of-comedic focus -- a failure that's been attested to in many other places, and whose existence may, in fact, be confirmed by Emily Nussbaum's comment on Daily Intel that Lane didn't catch the meaning of the scene in question. However, Lane did say some questionable things about Tina Fey's body a few weeks ago -- again, an attack on lack of comedic focus, first and foremost... but second, a little jerkish.

    Timothy Noah, on the other hand, with his Hillary Disappointment = Sex and the City Box Office theory? Well, we're guessing that as a pitch, this sounded great; as an actual article, however, it's clueless douchery of the highest order. Like, as in, right from the second sentence.

    Does the movie version of Sex and the City owe its success to the failure of Hillary Clinton's campaign?

    I haven't seen the movie. That's probably because I'm a man, according to the demographic breakdown of Sex and the City's opening weekend.

    Yeah, we're thinking "That's probably because I'm voting Obama" was his first choice there, too.

    What's worse: Noah tries to inoculate himself from the shallowness of his own argument.

    The connection, I'll grant you, is somewhat glib, but considerably less so than the widely accepted chestnut (disputed persuasively here by Slate's Fred Kaplan) that America embraced the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show because they needed their spirits raised after the Kennedy assassination a few months earlier.

    Ummm, no, we're pretty sure you're wiping up in the glibness category here, dude.



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    Lindy Parker has worked as a ghostwriter, editor, dance instructor and a purveyor of dreams, one beer at a time. She loves Charles Dickens and Gabriel Garcia Marquez and also, straight-to-video releases with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. It's possible she reads more teen fiction than she should. She hails from Los Angeles, her hometown and soul mate, but she lives in Brooklyn, the fling she'll never forget.

    Olivia Purnell left Ohio for sunny Los Angeles; then found that she couldn’t ignore New York City’s call, and brought herself to Brooklyn where she has worked with GenArt, BlackBook, the School of American Ballet, and finished an M.A. in Creative Writing from N.Y.U. She loves one-liners with sting and hates the stench of the subway in the summer. That said, she can’t get enough of either.

    Jake Kalish is a freelance journalist and humorist whose work has appeared in Details, Maxim, Stuff, New York Press, Spin, Blender, Men's Fitness, Poets and Writers, and Playboy, among other publications. He is also the author of Santa vs. Satan: The Official Compendium of Imaginary Fights.

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    Ben Kallen is an entertainment, health and humor writer who's been lectured to by Sidney Poitier, argued with by Lea Thompson and smiled at by Jennifer Connelly. He's the coauthor of The No S Diet and author of The Year in Weird, along with hundreds of magazine articles. He lives near the beach in Los Angeles, just like the gang from Three's Company.

    Nicole Ankowski has lived in Ohio, Oakland, and on the high plains of South Dakota, but is now proud to call Brooklyn home. She wrote for alternative weekly papers in the first two states, and tried to learn Lakota in the last. (The vowels can be tricky.) She just earned her MFA in Creative Writing and has been published in Beeswax literary journal. She is unable to resist good writing or bad TV.

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