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- Sep 28, 2026
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How PaweÅ Pawlikowski Learned to Film Europeâs Fractures (opens the original)
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The first thing you notice about the film director PaweÅ Pawlikowski is that he looks like a movie star. This is an unusual state of affairs. As a rule, if you happen to beâas Pawlikowski isâdemonstrably tall, dark, and handsome, with a flexible sense of humor, a yen for cinema, and industrial quantities of charisma, your rightful spot is smack dab in front of the camera. So why go and lurk behind it? Why didnât Pawlikowski become an actor? âOh, no, Iâm a terrible actor,â he says. â
Eat the Lotus! (opens the original)
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Crisis and controversy have struck the New York Times on many occasions since its founding, in the eighteen-fifties. Few threats, however, have been as grave as the one that consumed the storied newspaper this summer, reportedly starting late July. It appears that editorial staff became aware that, unless emergency procedures were initiated, the following day’s edition of the Times would contain not a single article on the subject of Christopher Nolan’s “The Odyssey.” “How the [expletive] did th
How Golden Is Silence, Actually? (opens the original)
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A secret history of shutting up.
How Golden Is Silence, Actually? (opens the original)
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One of the virtues of John Bunyan, the author of “The Pilgrim’s Progress,” is how little he bothered with the high and mighty. He preferred the low and ordinary, in his discourse as in the company he kept. In “Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners”—his spiritual autobiography, which went through many editions after first being published, in 1666—revelations tumble upon him when he is least expecting them. “I was walking to and fro in a good man’s shop, bemoaning of myself in my sad and doleful
Madonna Wants to Take You There (opens the original)
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The directions were clear: “Go through the legs and up the stairs.” The limbs in question were vast, inflatable, and splayed, maybe fifteen feet high, and bent at the knee, as if a giant were lying on its back. Each leg was shod in a high-heeled silver boot. In between the legs was—no getting around it—a slit, through which all visitors were invited to pass. It was like being born in reverse. Such was the reception accorded to anyone lucky enough, and unblushing enough, to attend the launch of M
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