Say what you will about San Francisco's public transit, but it gives you time to read. Part of today's N-Judah outbound was spent reading Antony Lane's profile of Walt Disney in the current issue of The New Yorker -- a piece heavily indebted to, and no doubt inspired by, Neal Gabler's massive Walt Disney: The Triumph of the American Imagination. Still, it was a great reminder of a somewhat peevish fact -- namely, that I prefer reading Mr. Lane's pieces about movie-makers more than I like reading his pieces about movies. And then I was reading Phillip Lopate's American Movie Criticism : From the Silents Until Now (because I am a huge dork) on the 21 Hayes, and came across the following, from A.O Scott's New York Times review of The Passion of the Christ: "Mr. Gibson has constructed an unnerving and painful spectacle that is also, in the end, a depressing one. It is disheartening to see a film made with evident and abundant religious conviction that is at the same time so utterly lacking in grace." And, really, take that sentence and swap the phrases "religious conviction" with"film making skill" and take out "grace" and replace it with "basic storytelling skills," and yeah, you're summing up Apocalypto.

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categories Features, Cinematical