For Burma
This three-line poem by the late Burmese poet Tin Moe. Reportedly, he later found these lines etched on a prison wall by an unknown inmate.
Cigar’s burnt down
The sun is brown
Will somebody take me home?
At the movies
Slate on the “unbearable whiteness” of Wes Anderson’s Darjeeling Limited.“Beware of any film in which an entire race and culture is turned into therapeutic scenery.”
Roger Ebert on Rajnesh Domalpalli’s Vanaja.“In any Indian film, many of the pleasures are tactile. There are the glorious colors of saris and room decorations, the dazzle of dance costumes and the dusty landscape that somehow becomes a watercolor by Edward Lear, with its hills and vistas, its oxen and elephants, its houses that seem part of the land.”
