I start to worry about my judgment when I see that the things I like about
some films rouse people to litigation and rioting.
For example, in Michigan a woman is taking
the makers of "Drive" to court because
she claims they misrepresented the film in the trailers, and instead of the mindless "Fast and Furious"- like car crashes and noisy action
sequences that she was expecting, she instead saw a brilliant transformation of a genre film into a
masterpiece of mood, narrative, and subtle characterization that explores the
nature of violence, love, loyalty, and, well, driving.
It's the elephant in the room when you're
talking to Duncan Jones: this guy is Zowie Bowie -- Ziggy Stardust's son! It's
uncool to bring it up, but how can you not at least mention it?
Very easily, as it turns out, because the
affable, self-proclaimed geek has accomplished enough on his own to make his
pedigree a mere footnote.