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August 2007 ArchivesIngmar, we hardly knew ye. But we knew ye critics–among them Film Snob co-author Lawrence Levi, who, in his Looker blog, offered a contrarian if respectful take on Bergman’s oeuvre. This prompted a somewhat bitter riposte in Looker’s comments section from Glenn Kenny, a reviewer for the (now) Web-only magazine Premiere, using words pinched from the intro to The Film Snob’s Dictionary. And then it all turned out to be a misunderstanding. Kenny’s ire had been raised by a post in Jeffrey Wells’s Hollywood Elsewhere blog, in which Wells attributed our summary of Snob attitudes towards Bergman to us, rather than to the Snobs we lampoon.* Kenny nobly retracted his riposte. And then Antonioni, in a shrewd comment on the absurdity of it all, croaked. Mime tennis, anyone? * Wells, bizarrely, also calls Levi’s co-author Martin Kamp, rather than David Kamp. August 01, 2007 More Film Snobbery »
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Fripp, Robert. Tiny British guitar god of nutty-professor mien. Having emerged in the late 1960s as the maestro of the compulsively time-signature-shifting PROG pioneers King Crimson, Fripp allied himself in the 1970s with Roxy Music refugee BRIAN ENO, who enlisted his friend to contribute a couple days’ worth of “Frippertronics”—the swirling, densely harmonic guitar sound the pair had developed together—to David Bowie’s Heroes. Fripp’s crucial contribution to Bowie’s peak achievement has earned him bulletproof status in Snob circles, despite such post-Eno taste lapses as his sundry attempts to retool King Crimson for the high-tech, post-patchouli age, and his appearance, in a Hello!-magazine photo spread, clinking champagne glasses in the bathtub with his wife, former ’80s punk-pop oddity turned TV personality Toyah Wilcox.