Liz Penn is just about perfect as a movie critic: She swoons for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ("his protagonists’ aim is not only to make art; or rather, the work of art they’re seeking to produce is the co-authored story of their own love, which, like all of our love stories, is constantly being re-written"), she has an obsessive crush on Catherine Keener ("She is sexy and smart and delectably ill-humored, simultaneously hardboiled and insecure, just like – get this – a real woman you might actually know"), and she observes the Harry Dean Stanton rule. She dispenses knowing reviews with just the right balance of snark and love. So good that her thoughts on American Splendor ("a lackluster script that ultimately falls back on Hollywood's rustiest standbys") are forgivable. Almost. There's no accounting for taste, right?
Posted by Chris at March 29, 2004 03:58 PM