On The Aviator

The substance of The Aviator is endless jive. By and large Howard Hughes made lousy movies and he made bad planes too, at least, when he was using the government's money. He had money to waste and he wasted it. He didn't have anyone's ass to kiss, which in Hollywood must often seem like heaven, but it didn't make him a genius. Scorsese seems to be channeling Vincente Minelli in one year and Douglas Sirk in the other. Queer theorists will be living off this film for decades.

On Mike Nicholls' Closer

Closer is haute merde. All glitz and no guts. Both key sequences feature Natalie Portman walking in slow motion, a device that Nichols seems to confuse with art.

On Bob Woodward's "Bush At War"

The bare recitation of facts in an out-moded style of journalism. It was ended in the 1950s by the experience of dealing with Senator Joe McCarthy, when journalists realised how misleading it would be simply to report waht he said without informing the reader about his past falsehoods.

Ian Johnston on Stendahl's The Red and the Black

Ultimately, then, for me, one of the main messages of the novel, to the extent that it has a message at all, is the inability of the narrator to pass any sort of reasonable judgment on his story. Inasmuch as he is clearly a successful member of that society, an affluent, well-educated Parisian, who finds nothing but a certain anecdotal amusement. In the tale, I come to see where the source of the real problems in that society might be - the detached urbanity of the civilised person who doesn't care enough, a person for whom the sufferings he relates are unconnected to him, except as an opportunity for many casual evaluative judgments delivered from a detached and superior position, not the vantage, as in Homer, of a sympathetic objectivity, but rather of a sheltered, uncaring amusement.

Then, too, there's the paradox of his attitude to society. For Julien is fiercely ambitious socially. He ha already made up his mind that, despicable as he finds society, his goals are to rise up in that very society. And in many respects his final failure to achieve what Jane Eyre achieves is, I would maintain, linked directly to the fact that he sets himself inauthentic goals in the first place.

In all of this there is a constant sense of how pathetic Julien really is. His vision of himself as a conquering hero in the Napoleonic mode translates itself into complex but endlessly hesitant, self-reflecting and unsatisfying love affairs, which he describes to himself in military language, a style which simply reminds us just how unheroic these achievements are by comparison.

Tony Judt on France and the US

If you want to understand how America appears to the world today, consider the SUV. Oversized and overweight, the SUV disdains negotiated agreements to restrict atmospheric pollution. It consumes inordinate quantities of scarce resources to furnish its privileged inhabitants with superogatory services. It appears to outsiders to deadly risk in order to provide for the illusory security of its occupants. In a crowded world, the SUV appears as a dangerous anachronism. Like US foreign policy, the SUV comes packaged in sonorous mission statements, but underneath it is just an over-sized pick-up truck with too much power.

Joseph Roth in What I Saw

The great gain to German literature from Jewish writers is the theme of the city. The have discovered the cafe and the factory and the bar and the hotel. Berlin's bourgeoisie and its banks, the watering holes of the rich and the slums of the poor. Sin and vice, the day of the city and the city by night.

The dull sergeant came to represent Germany under Bismarck. Behind the sergeant stood the engineer who supplied him with weapons, the chemist who brewed poison gas to destroy the human brain, and at the same time formulated the drug to relieve his migraine, the German professor who is in fact the most dangerous (and dogmatic) enemy of European civilisation, the inventor of the philological equivalent of poison gas.

Woody Allen

To you I'm an atheist. To God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dieing.

When I was in school I cheated on my metaphysics exam. I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.