Why I love Joan Micklin Silver

April 14, 2011 at 9:58 PM 3 comments

Whenever I read a movie review by somebody I don’t know, I wish I could ask him where he’s coming from. Does he love Harry Potter, for example. I don’t. You’d have to give me five thousand dollars plus carfare to make me go out and see Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. And if you think I’m just some bluestocking who hates pop culture, don’t even get me started on Merchant Ivory. For a second tortured viewing of Jefferson in Paris, you’d have to hook me up to an IV drip of Dexadrine.

Here’s where I’m coming from.

I wish every movie I saw had the effect on me that director Joan Micklin Silver’s Hester Street, Crossing Delancey and Chilly Scenes of Winter have whenever I see them (three times each so far).

Read my essay about Joan Micklin Silver on Head Butler.


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