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Child-Free and Sans Regrets: TV’s Non-Moms

Mother’s Day is one of the more loaded holidays on the calendar. It’s lovely to celebrate your mom if she’s still alive and if you have a good relationship with her, and it’s lovely to be celebrated if you are a mom. But that’s a lot of conditionals, especially for the millions of adult women who are child-free. Whether you’re not a mother by choice or through circumstances beyond your control, the media isn’t exactly your pal this time of year. In fact, though I initially envisioned this piece as a list of films about adult women who are happily child-free, I quickly realized I might as well go unicorn hunting. Unattached women of any sort don’t fit into Hollywood’s idea of a happy ending.

Television does better by the ladies in this department, as in so many others. Sure, self-possessed, child-free women are still few and far between. As much as “Parks and Recreation” was generally a feminist paradise, April Ludgate’s change of heart regarding motherhood seemed an unnecessary betrayal of her character, and Leslie Knope’s triplets seemed tacked-on as a plot point. The distinctly un-nurturing Murphy Brown opted for single mamahood eventually (though that was revolutionary in its own right), and even Miranda Hobbes of “Sex and the City” couldn’t go through with her abortion. Christina Yang of “Grey’s Anatomy” did, and her fiery red-haired husband never let her forget it. Continue Reading →

‘The Americans’ and Cold War Cinema

Though criminally under-watched, “The Americans,” about a pair of KGB spies (Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys) living as U.S. travel agents Elizabeth and Philip Jennings in Reagan-era Washington D.C., is one of television’s most brilliantly absorbing shows. Without revealing any details, its season finale was such a cliff-hanger that it is hard to believe we have to wait until next year for another episode. The best cure for our separation anxiety? Education. This FX series references so many 1980s geopolitical issues that it’s hard to keep up, especially when we’re distracted by Russell and Rhys’s spectacular array of wigs. So why not transform this hiatus into a Cold War immersion camp?

Reds (1981)
At roughly three and a half hours, this Warren Beatty-directed epic about communism in World War I was the last studio film to require an intermission. Starring Beatty, Diane Keaton, and Jack Nicholson as “red-shirt” American writers bonded by romantic and ideological ardor, it dances between Russia and the United States with an elephantine grace and an appropriately scarlet-hued cinematography. As glamorous as it is long-winded, this is the ultimate Hollywood primer in the roots of the two countries’ long-simmering antipathy. Continue Reading →

The Natural Assets of ‘Mozart in the Jungle’

Ever since she warbled “You Belong to Me” in 1979’s “The Jerk,” I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for Bernadette Peters. With her cupid bow mouth and Mae West-on-helium delivery, the star of screen and stage boosts everything in which she appears, even the cruddy 1989 Clint Eastwood vehicle “Pink Cadillac.” So it speaks volumes that the Tony-awarded singer plays one of the few non-musicians in “Mozart in the Jungle,” the Amazon original series about New York’s classical music scene. Just talking about it converts me into an overbearing mother: Dear, you’d look so nice if you stood up straight and brushed the hair out of your eyes. Here is a show yet to capitalize on its natural assets.

A chief asset is the story behind the show: Blair Tindall’s 2005 eponymous memoir. After cutting her losses and getting a journalism degree, the professional oboist wrote this clear-eyed, white-knuckled account of the economic and emotional realities facing classical instrumentalists today. Both bleaker and more libidinous than the show, the book spares nothing and no one – from badly structured arts education initiatives to preening benefactors to the substance abuse, narcissistic injuries, and erotic misadventures of Tindall and her peers. Through her eyes, this seemingly austere subculture is as degenerate as a heroin den; she herself made headlines after dumping two bottles of weed killer in “science guy” Bill Nye’s garden when he left her after seven weeks of marriage. Continue Reading →

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