Slow News Day, or Any Pub is Good Pub Edition

I'm of the belief that provincialism is a curse; people love their rotting ways to be sure. A crime against nature some would assert. After all, to paraphrase the immortal (and oft sited) words of Grandfather Sports, Sid Hartman, ‘If you leave Minnesota, you’ll never work in this State again.’ Laughable, I know. The fly in his ointment was, of course, High School blue-chippers turning their backs on collegiate Minnesota, which was quickly extended to corporate Minnesota and beyond. In the realm of film, no Minnesotan would soon disparage Diablo Cody, as would they Joel and/or Ethan Coen, lest they be shunned and labeled accordingly.

So I breeze by the newspapers at the coffee shop this morning and what did I see above the fold, Page One, and in the banner no less, of our own glorious Red Star but headline “Bury Jennifer’s Body” by Colin Covert, who is, by the way, a self-proclaimed Cody fan. Suffice it to say, we all hope she gets back on the horse soon.

Recommendation: For a slightly less violent but no less damaging glimpse into the proverbial maelstrom known as the adolescent female (Yeah, as if I know what I'm talking about... ) go ahead and see Naissance des Pieuvres. That's not to say it'll be as fun as Jennifer's Body though.