On Friday, Current TV joined the long list of networks that have fired Olbermann, and by last night, emails between the impeccably coiffed anchor and his former network had already made their way into reporters’ hands. Also, Visa and MasterCard may have lost track of 10 million credit card numbers, and more info on the winners of a $640 million jackpot started to trickle out. Luckily, we’ve got it all in your weekly briefing after the jump.
We’ve always got time for French movies about sex.
And as it happens, one of our favorites is arriving on DVD and Blu-ray tomorrow. It’s called The Rules of the Game, and it’s a regular on Sight & Sound’s “10 Best Movies of All Time” list—but the movie is more accessible than the parade of gushing film critics might suggest.
At its core, The Rules of the Game is just an unusually sharp, exceedingly well-dressed sex farce—all canoodling and careless wealth circa 1939. There are hunting parties, a few illicit tumbles in the servants’ quarters and at least one murder, most of which should sound familiar to anyone who’s flipped through Gatsby recently.
Cross Dressing: A blogger comes forward with his style secret: wearing women’s ballet socks under boat shoes for a sockless look. The internet at large has yet to heartlessly ridicule him. Well played all around. [A Trip Down South]
Against Food: B. R. Myers has had enough of foodies. We’ll believe him when he pledges to eat nothing but porridge. [The Atlantic]
There Goes Sunday: Criterion comes to Hulu Plus with 400 Blows and a mind-blowing number of Zatoichi movies. [Criterion]
Saddle Up A photoessay of a motorcycle ride to San Quentin. [Apropos Foto]
Hulu just got a lot cooler. As part of Criterion’s foray onto the free streaming site, they’re hosting six of the famous Zatoichi movies, free of charge. It’s a pretty fantastic move—and Criterion deserves all the buzz it’s getting—but it’s leading to a very understandable question: Who the hell is Zatoichi?
Luckily, some hapless assistant on the western coast has spent their morning uploading all of Mr. Bay’s commercial work onto Vimeo, with an almost unbelievably pretentious title card at the beginning of each spot. If you were looking for the core of the Bay aesthetic, this is pretty much it. Let the car commercials begin!
Since the advent of DVD, the world of film can be divided into three territories: the out-of-print wasteland (which includes a few gems and a lot of of waste), the middle tier of casually-packaged cash-ins, and the select few who qualify for the special edition treatment. (We’re looking at you, Criterion.)
Unlikely as it may seem, The Big Lebowski is moving up a notch, getting the 10th Anniversary treatment from Universal, in packaging that includes four featurettes, a photo book, and a full-size screw-top bowling ball to keep it all together.
The movie’s come a long way from barely breaking even on release, to say nothing of its slightly addled NYT review, but Lebowski deserves its cult following. It’s not the Coen’s best—or even their funniest—but coming from filmmakers often pegged as cold, it’s hard to think of a more genial movie. It’s no wonder Lebowskifests have caught on; the movie’s a party by itself.