DAILY BEAST TUMBLRS
11:43 AM, February 10th, 2012
As a result, viewings of Midnight in Paris on the big screen became events in the Smug Olympics of the urban iPad class, with audiences risking physical injury as they competed to laugh the loudest to demonstrate to all around that yes, they know who Gertrude Stein is. It was laughter directed at the audience itself, not at the screen. Laughing to show you get the joke. Or since there are no jokes, laughing to show you get the reference.
I discuss my bafflement at the Midnight In Paris phenomenon over at The Daily Beast (via richardrushfield)
Reblogged from Rushfield Babylon
  1. sundaeflowers reblogged this from cheatsheet
  2. holdherback reblogged this from cheatsheet
  3. lillatvian reblogged this from cheatsheet
  4. putonyourshoes reblogged this from cheatsheet
  5. valdemort18 reblogged this from cheatsheet
  6. lorim reblogged this from thefeeling and added:
    Co-signed. Though I’m obliged to add that the bothersome, knowing laughter at my viewing—at Lincoln Plaza months after...
  7. thefeeling reblogged this from richardrushfield
  8. a-respirar reblogged this from cheatsheet
  9. nightinrapture reblogged this from cheatsheet
  10. madeleinewillbebackshortly reblogged this from richardrushfield
  11. megsokay said: I just wanted the movie to be about Allison Pill’s Zelda, Tom Hiddleston’s Fitzgerald and What’s His Name’s Hemingway in a creative love triangle. The rest was fun fluff, but those three are the reason I was obsessed with the film.
  12. stoprobbers reblogged this from cheatsheet
  13. champagne-and-icecream reblogged this from cheatsheet
  14. cheatsheet reblogged this from richardrushfield
  15. richardrushfield posted this
A speedy, smart summary of news and must-reads from across the web and around the Tumblrverse, brought to you by The Daily Beast.


Networks