A Page From My Diary

If I wrote a diary, which I do not.

I got up around 7:30am and was a slug, drinking coffee with the dog in bed and doing the NYT Spelling Bee thing. It feels like it’s supposed to be “good for you” but it’s probably just a waste of time.

Then I worked on a Secret Project with my (Twitter) friend Keith Harris involving the film Home Alone. In the course of working on this project I discovered that John Hughes, producer of this film, was a Reagan Republican. I think this is one of those things everyone in the world already knew. For example, I also didn’t know John LeCarré was still alive before he just died, and I really should have.

In addition to this “discovery” about Hughes’ politics, the subject I now know about from many, many articles, this project also resulted in my reading a 1984 Washington Post column by George Will about Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, a movie I thought was fine when I was 16 but which now I would probably hate. George Will is a famous conservative writer for those of you lucky enough to have never heard of him, and he loved Ferris Bueller’s Day off. Listen:

Ninety minutes later, the discerning movie- (note well: I do not say “film-” or “cinema-”) goer leaves the theater saying: “At last, that is settled. Arguments can rage about whether the second greatest movie is this or that…