Get to Know Lisa Rosman Through Her Various Works

Are You a Cat or Are You a Ghost?

After three weeks of snow and ice and, for variety, ice and snow, this weather is really getting old. Permakitten Grace has such cabin fever that she now spends all her times hunting me, thereby confirming my theory that everyone needs a frenemy. Mostly she crouches in corners, ears pinned back while she studies her prey with narrowed eyes and half-hearted growls. (She’s not naturally a mean sort.) Sometimes she takes it up a notch, and manages to scare me. She’s very sneaky. This morning she poked her head out of the slightly ajar sock drawer, landed on me while I was peeing (who closes the door when they live alone?), and materialized in my boot when I bent to put it on. I’d be cross except a. her stealth technique is admirably high-caliber b. she’s cracking me up. In fact, said feline has earned herself a new name. All hail Little Miss Pop-Up Video.

‘The Humbling’ of Video on Demand

The term “straight to video” used to be the kiss of death for any film; for a while, “straight-to-video-on-demand” became the twenty-first-century equivalent. Sometime in the last five years, though, streaming video content became a legitimate movie distribution platform, one ensuring that more obscure content – documentaries, indies, foreign films – reached wider audiences than ever before, albeit with less pomp and circumstance. So to say that “The Humbling” is a straight-to-video-on-demand movie isn’t exactly an insult.

It also isn’t exactly true, since it concurrently opened in a scattering of theaters across the country late last month. But the fact remains that, though this film boasts a pedigree so impeccable it’d make a blue blood weep – Oscar winner Al Pacino stars, Oscar winner Barry Levinson directs, and Oscar nominee Buck Henry co-writes this adaptation of Pulitzer (and National Book Award) winner Philip Roth’s 2009 eponymous novel – its lukewarm theatrical reception was almost a foregone conclusion. You might wonder: What’s the catch? Continue Reading →

Cold Weather Ducklings

Look, say what you will about the unpleasantries of winter but time and time again I’m struck by the matter-of-fact generosity of New Yorkers in inclimate weather–and in difficult moments in general. Tonight I dropped my glove in the gap between the subway and platform (no, I didn’t “mind the gap”), and two MTA workers walked over from the other side of the stop to rescue it for me because, as they put it, “why should the rats get another nest when your hand is gonna get cold.” On the ride home from dinner (admittedly, wine was drunk), I felt an immeasurable love for everyone in their cold-weather gear–still making an effort to look pretty in their carefully selected hats and scarves and coats but endearingly vulnerable nonetheless, as if we were all kindergartners clad in our finest outerwear. It doesn’t hurt that New Yorkers are astoundingly nice-looking in general. (Sorry, everyone else, but it’s true.)

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy