Sick Memories

David Denby serves up two of the summer’s big shots in The New Yorker.

As much as I’ve already expressed that Michael Moore is pretty hot, if Davie D is accurate in his writing, then Sicko might be more trouble than it’s worth.

The cast of The Hours also returns in Evening. It sounds like Meryl Streep get’s another prone-on-a-bed-reminiscing-on-days-of-old moment, this time accompanied by none other than Vanessa Redgrave (did anyone see her crazy-ass performance in “Hecuba”?). Hey, I’m down with it, as long as the film doesn’t just spiral into one giant vagina fest. Could this be the Steel Magnolias of our generation? Oh my god, let’s hope so!

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