Category: the petri dish

We went to see it last night. Sean Penn was, as usual, unbelievably good, and the rest of the cast wasn’t bad at all (though I had a hard time believing in Kevin Bacon’s character.) The movie was beautifully shot, and I was impressed by Eastwood’s ability to deal with material so different from his usual fare. I thought the movie was pitch perfect until the last two or three minutes, which I found incredibly schmaltzy. But neither of the two reviews I read seem to have that problem.

Colin Farrell dropped his pants in a bar in Marrakesh. And Oliver Stone was a hit at the Marrakesh Film Festival.

had a performance of Andalusian music in New York last week, reviewed here.

The New York Times has a brief review of The Fabric of Moroccan Life, which is currently showing at the National Museum of African Art. The exhibit showcases textiles and costumes from urban and rural areas, and illustrates the full range of the multicultural Morocco, with items from Berber, Jewish, and Arab artisans.

I’m not a huge fan of country music, but he was a fantastic exception.

OK, I’ll admit that maybe I’m not very sensitive to this topic because I’m not too wrinkled yet, but it still amazes me what people are willing to do in the (temporary) pursuit of youth. In today’s LA Times health section (link), there is an enumeration of the new “injectables” (spurred on by the success of botox) that are FDA approved or awaiting approval. Several of the technologies involve the use of microspheres, which are basically little plastic balls. One is made from acid from rooster combs. I wonder if the rooster donors get little toupees?