The proportion of mothers who are unmarried is at 40 percent, up from five percent in 1960; two-thirds of first births to women under 30 are to unwed women. Determining why out-of-wedlock pregnancy and birth has spiked is the subject of a new report, released Monday, from the Social Capital Project.
You can watch it on YouTube: the moment when Ronnie O’Sullivan, the most talented snooker player in the world, proves a good enough sport to try out a virtual-reality pool game for a software developer in California. He puts on the projecting headset like an oversized diver’s mask with the lenses blacked out, the haptic hand controls imitating a pool cue, and he studies the arrangement of the balls. Then he leans down to line up the shot on the virtual pool table—and promptly falls flat on his face, because the table isn’t, you know, actually there to support him. “@#$%&*,” he curses, “that’s scary.”
As you may or may not know, I am a member of the world’s most important and influential collection of critics, the Washington Area Film Critics Association. Each year we are tasked with deciding which movies are, objectively speaking, the best. It’s a solemn duty, and one I take very seriously.
You can see the whole list of nominees and winners here. For the purposes of this post, I’m going to note who I nominated, who I voted for among the finalists, and who won. I may add a comment or two. Please feel free to yell at me about any of this on Twitter; we at Sonny Bunch, Inc. take all of your comments and concerns extremely seriously and will respond to them in the order they are received.
As a work of visual art, The Shape of Water is among the most interesting films of the year: designed with an eye for detail and soaked through with a seawater green palette, director Guillermo del Toro has created a world both familiar and strange, perfect for his “adult fairy tale.”* It’s beautifully acted, with stirring performances from top to bottom. The score is lovely.
Darkest Hour belongs to a genre that often inspires shudders this time of year: a period piece about an important historical figure muddling through some crisis or another in a way that helps reshape not only our view of him but also our view of the world. “Oscar bait,” some might say, with a despairing sigh.