Gail: We’re gonna be fighting about the energy thing forever, but I continue to be sure that future generations, trapped in an overheated, air-polluted, water-short world, will look back with horror on the time an American president said he didn’t believe in global warming and ginned up oil drilling.
I suspect you have a second …
Bret: Second, I just don’t think all the po-faced disapproval of Trump achieves anything. Like it or not, you and I and the rest of America are locked into this movie theater for the next four years. Pass the popcorn.
Gail: We may be stuck with him, but we’ve got to keep fighting the good fight. Have to admit I’ve started just going off to movies on my own, in the middle of the afternoon, to avoid Trump-think. Watching the Bob Dylan biopic was a great distraction from the cabinet nominees.
Seen anything good lately? Yes, I’m trying to change the subject.
Bret: On the flight to California I made myself watch “Reagan,” a biopic starring Dennis Quaid as the 40th president. The film was so cringingly conceived, so badly acted, so imbecilically scripted and so moronically executed that it briefly turned me, a Reagan fan, into a communist. But I am keen to see the Dylan biopic, along with “The Brutalist,” which I hear is terrific.
And speaking of terrific, Gail, be sure to read Andy Webster’s obituary for Jules Feiffer, the great Village Voice cartoonist who died earlier this month at 95. I can’t say I was always in tune with Feiffer’s politics, but I always loved his honesty, his originality, his artfulness and playfulness. He captured my kind of people: smart, neurotic, concerned, confused, unmistakably Jewish New Yorkers. And he never quit. When he was asked last year after the publication of a graphic novel for middle-schoolers whether he had a new project, he replied: “What a foolish question. Of course.”
