All posts tagged: Best of 2013

The Best (& Worst) Films of 2013

It was a cinematic year that saw a singular devotion to the idea of survival — be it from a disabled yacht, cataclysmic space debris storm, or the alienation from your entire community of friends — which, I suppose can be analyzed any which way, but to this critic suggests the idea that no matter how grievous our world seems to be getting, how close we may be getting to the environmental and political precipice, our world is still worth fighting for, even if our chances of coming out the other side seem slim. To say nothing of all the sturm-und-drang concerning the fate of the Hollywood big-studio system itself, which suffered attacks from within, both from heralded indie-auteurs (Steven Soderbergh) and, perhaps, Tinsel-land’s most celebrated living director (Steven Spielberg) en route to a big box office year once again. Things might very well be broken, but there still seemed to be a fabulous glut of truly exceptional filmmaking going on all over the world (you go, Denmark!), which is to say, things might indeed …

TueNight’s Best from 4 Months of Awesome

Give Tears for Fears a sandwich… After laughing over a gallery of ’80s musicians today (man, we’ll have what the Human League is having), a friend commented, “Feeling curiously old and young at the same time.” Bingo. That’s where we are here at TueNight. Stuck in the middle with you. A very good place to be. While it’s only been four months, we thought we’d share 12 of our favorite stories from 2013. How did we pick ’em? It wasn’t an exact science (although I did make a delicious spreadsheet). We tabulated based on page views and comments, but we also looked at the stories that defined our voice and diversity of perspective. Because if we have a goal here at TueNight, it’s to be a little messy. As Gen-X women, we’re not easy to sum up, categorize, scrutinize, organize or understand. And we like it that way. The Best of TueNight Dinosaur Jr.: On Entering the Puberty of Old Age. The story that kicked us off. Silly Things People Have Said To Me When I …

Dog, Divorce, Do-Over: Meditations on Momo

A year after I got married, rather than having a baby, we got a puppy. Momo. A Miniature Australian Shepherd. Momo was the first dog I’d ever raised on my own. I’d grown up with cats, I’d inherited a rabbit named Mr. Bunny, I’d lived with dogs before. But Momo was the first pup who was all mine. A year later, we got another puppy, Dailo, also a Mini Aussie. My husband didn’t really want Dailo, but I went ahead and got him anyway. Funny enough, Dailo turned out to be a guy’s dog. And Dailo and Momo got along famously. They were like a cute little couple. And then, six years later, my husband and I got divorced. Irreconcilable differences. I decided it was best to just start fresh with a clean slate. Perhaps if we’d had had kids, we would’ve tried harder to make it work, but no matter. I made the decision and I got to keep Momo and Dailo. Divorce was sometimes difficult. What happened? Maybe I should have just stayed? Why …