June 17, 2011 |
Like many members of the Spielbergian generation, I grew up in a time when children spent their summer days roaming. Carrying canteens and old canvas satchels, we were inevitably on the run, mostly from Nazis, though occasionally from aliens. We dashed through cornfields, set booby traps in the woods, hid in trembling, sweaty groups behind trees and punched twitchy younger siblings to keep them from giggling. We bent branches into bows, sharpened sticks into spears with our pen knives, ate mint and blackberries and roots we told ourselves were sassafras and tried to build campfires with no matches.
June 1, 2010 |
If there exists some alternative universe in which "Sex and the City" is set in Mahwah, N.J., it might look a little like Oxygen's "Jersey Couture." The ascendancy of the Garden State on reality television — "Jersey Shore," "Real Housewives of New Jersey," "Jerseylicious" — seems to boil down to an American desire to watch Italian Americans with Holland Tunnel accents yell at each other. And as the success of "Sex and the City 2" amid a welter of terrible reviews proves, we never tire of looking at pretty dresses.