No, it’s not a movie title, it’s the name of a blog: a very hard-hitting, complex, and yet highly readable blog. Here’s just one pull quote, from his (we all think the blog’s written by a man, but how can you tell?) review of The Descendants:
I’m simply posing the general question: since the audience has learned nothing from their own parents, and they don’t read 19th century Russian literature, what is their model for love in the 2nd decade of marriage? They don’t have one. Which is why when this demo finds themselves in the 2nd decade of marriage they feel unfulfilled, anxious, depressed, is this all there is? They have nothing to guide them except The Discovery Channel and mommy blogs, and they lack the courage to analyze their ennui, so these movies serve the important function of pretending that it’s normal. “Oh, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m feeling.” Fine, but don’t you also want to know why you feel that way? There are, of course, plenty of people with normal marriages who still love each other despite the absence of windfall inheritances and relentless drama. But they won’t be seeing this movie.
If that resonates with you, fire up your RSS reader and get on with it. You will find his articles frequently incisive, often maddening, occasionally inscrutable, and always provocative. (But why he hates pantyhose so much, I have no idea.)
One response to “The Last Psychiatrist”
At your command, I started reading it. Pretty dang funny. Esp. this comment, from a pseudo-random recent blog:
“Apparently not only do I see race, I hear it. And god forbid it’s a black woman, my neck and skull actually start moving from side to side as I think, “mmmm hhhmmmmm!” Why do I do this? I don’t talk like that. So much for individuality, so much for free thought, I am so polluted by the world that my reflex thoughts are someone else’s. You don’t even want to know whose thoughts I think when I see boobs”