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Abbas Kiarostamiâs mind-bending CLOSE-UP is our repertory pick of the week.

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But museum officials said they had no idea just how devoted she was: virtually her entire estate, saved and invested carefully over years from a teacherâs salary (she never married and had no children) went to the museum.
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As Adele steers through a South London high street in her four-door Mini Cooper, with her toddler's vacant car seat in back and the remains of a kale, cucumber and almond-milk concoction in the cup holder, a question occurs to her.
Rolling Stone, Nov. 2015

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(Michael Rougier. 1969)
Paul Thomas Andersonâs âFoundationâÂ
Ambient #1 Music for Airports (Brian Eno)
When someone else rolls up wearing the same costume as you.Â

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Take modern artist, James Turrell stir in Drake with a dash of high schoolers dancing on Vine. Oh, and donât forget to throw in one fabulous turtleneck!Â
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Prisoners | Denis Villeneuve | 2013
âJournalism: A Love Storyâ is my all-time favorite Ephron piece.
For you uninitiated (welcome to the cult!), Nora Ephron is a much-beloved writer and director, famous for such blockbuster hits as Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally and Youâve Got Mail.
But first, she was a journalist. Throughout the 60s and 70s, Nora wrote for Newsweek, The New York Post, Esquire and more. She worked as a mail girl (serious title, not even kidding, it was 1963), a clipper, a researcher, a columnist and a magazine writer. She wrote a play about her time in New Yorkâs tabloid heyday, âLucky Guy.â
Now Nora is the subject of a new documentary, âEverything is Copy,â created by her son, Jacob Bernstein. What else am I to give you but that, its pertinent info (HBO, this spring), and a far-from-comprehensive read/watch list below? Read Heartburn. Read Crazy Salad. Go all out and delve deep into her profiles and essays, anthologized in The Most of Nora Ephron.
From âJournalism: A Love Storyâ:
⌠for many years I was in love with journalism. I loved the pack. I loved smoking and drinking Scotch and playing dollar poker. I didnât know much about anything, and I was in a profession where you didnât have to. I loved the deadlines. I loved the speed. I loved that you wrapped the fish.
Iâd known since I was a child that I was going to live in New York eventually, and that everything in between would just be an intermission. Iâd spent all those years imagining that it was going to be the most exciting, magical, fraught-with-possibility place I could ever live; a place where if I really wanted something, I might be able to get it; a place where Iâd be surrounded by people I was dying to know; a place where I might become the only thing worth beingâa journalist.
And Iâd turned out to be right.
Iâve lived in New York but now I live in Washington, DC, where Nora lived when she was living the plot of her first book, Heartburn. I donât smoke, and I donât play dollar poker. But damn if I donât love journalism. Even if my mail girl/clipper/mag writer duties are more about tweeting and tumbling and âHave you tried clearing your cache?â than about physically slicing bylines and replacing typewriter ribbons. Damn if I donât love wrapping the fish.
Read more by Nora:
Journalism: A Love Story (ELLE)
Moving On (The New Yorker)
On Maintenance (Esquire)
A Few Words About Breasts (Esquire)
All The Presidentâs Girls (The New York Times)
Read more on Nora:
Being Nora Ephron (The New York Review of Books)
Nora Ephronâs Final Act (The New York Times)
Everyoneâs Arch and Insightful New Best Friend (The New Yorker)
Delia Ephron, on the closeness and complexity of sisterhood (NPR)
The gospel of Ephron: What Amy Poehler and Lena Dunhamâs books have in common (Salon)
Seeing Nora Everywhere (The New Yorker)
Watch more:
The fake orgasm scene (you know what movie)
Noraâs 1996 Wellesley commencement address
Nora: âMost men donât want to direct movies that arenât about themâ (The Guardian)
Nora Ephron and Lena Dunham in conversation (Criterion Collection)
My official title is ~*Child of Nora*~
âA Woman to Knowâ is wonderful and inspiring. Plus I get a lilâ spring in my step every time I see a fresh one in my inbox.Â
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Protomartyr gathered in a storage room behind the stage to hydrate. Casey, eyes to the floor, quietly removed his glasses, wrapped them up in his wool cap, folded it, laid it down. When the four of them walked out, Casey squinted and grimaced like he had a toothache. And then they began, and he was transformed. For an hour, they bullrushed through old songs and new, Casey pacing the width of the stage, attacking the microphone like a man shouting into the phone in the privacy of his own office.
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