Last week, the New York Times ran a long, provocative article by Thomas Edsall called “No Hate Left Behind.” The photograph above that headline featured a smiling woman holding a giant poster that read, “Warning, Psycho Dems: U R Entering the MAGA Zone.” Lovely.
Some people love to brag about how they “haven’t watched the Oscars in ages” and “couldn’t care less about Hollywood.” We are not those people. We care about Hollywood. And we always watch the Oscars. But this year, the Academy Awards coincided with the Beaufort International Film Festival Awards, where Jeff and I were both presenters. We set up our TV to record the Oscars – planned to hunker down and watch the next night – but, alas, technology failed us.
By now, it’s old news that the Plaza Stadium Theater has closed after 44 years. But as 80-plus visiting filmmakers, along with thousands of movie lovers, descend upon USCB Center for the Arts this week for our 13thannual international film festival, the cut feels somehow deeper. Beaufort is a movie town without a movie theater.
When my mom was in her mid-50s, and all four of her “chickens” had finally flown the coop, she decided to go to graduate school and study English literature. Apparently, she’d had such fun typing my grad school papers – payback for making me take Latin in high school instead of Typing! – that she wanted to try her own hand at literary criticism, so she enrolled in night classes at the University of Alabama, Huntsville.