I have a weird relationship to the movie 25th Hour (2002). I think a lot of people do. I wanted to watch it again because I wasn’t sure what my opinion of it was. I know I saw it like 15 years ago and I don’t really remember anything about it. Periodically I’ve thought about the movie and about how it’s generally regarded as being pretty high up in the pantheon of Edward Norton movies, and Spike Lee movies—and how if you ever talk movies with people and it comes up they’ll be like “oh yeah, great movie,” but they never really say why.
Following my reappraisal of the 1982 Oscars, let’s do the same to the year 1983.
These feature eligible movies appearing in 1982, according to the Oscar’s rules.
“Gandhi”
You look back on this now, and they slighted Spielberg again. He lost for “Raiders of the Lost Ark” in the previous year. Now, he goes out and has the second-biggest box-office hit ever in “E.T.” — adjusted for inflation — and they don’t give it to him!
In much the same way I know a lot about the Army from a not terribly distinguished career, I know a lot about drinking from the same grievous perspective. Let me assure you that when your drinking earns you an above-the-fold front page story in the New York Times that jumps to a full page inside the paper, as Rudy Giuliani’s drinking did today, it’s not funny.
Sure, there is a temptation to point fingers and snicker at the photos of Giuliani from 2020 with hair dye cascading in sweaty rivulets down his cheeks as he was attempting to captain the listing ship of Donald Trump’s “Stop the Steal” campaign.
Ryan Garcia pulled off the upset of the year last Saturday by becoming the first man to defeat Devin Haney.
Garcia, a huge underdog due to his pre-fight antics, dropped Haney in rounds seven, ten and eleven to emerge victorious via majority decision live on DAZN PPV.
Despite cryptic posts on social media, erratic behaviour at press conferences and missing the super lightweight limit by 3.2 lbs, Garcia shocked his doubters in the first round when landing a powerful left hook that hurt Haney.
“They’ll kill you,” Barbara Cooke pleads with her husband inside the lobby of the Shreveport, Louisiana Holiday Inn North.
The hotel clerk watches them from his side of the counter, something — maybe smugness, maybe disdain, probably both — tugging at the corner of her lips. She’s just informed a group of four Black people there are no vacancies even though a reservation was made in advance. Barbara’s husband is frothing; his brother Charles and a friend from Chicago, S.