Thursday, April 24, 2008
What's impressed me about Obama is that like any truly cool person, he doesn't seem to know how cool he is--although lately his campaign has started to feel a bit like watching Al Pacino in Sea of Love. Remember cringing in the theater, as Pacino acknowledged and embraced his cinematic cool? Transmogrified into a screaming nebbishy shadow of himself? The strange karate chop moves? His voice rising to feverish pitches for no apparent reason except that it worked in Dog Day Afternoon? Serpico ain't been the same since. And Obama hasn't been the same since Ohio, Texas, and Ferraro.
Posted by Manuel Paul Lopez