As I get older, I find I'm suffering from a kind of culture fatigue and have less interest in eating my cultural vegetables, no matter how good they may be for me.
"As I get older," Mr. Kois concludes, "I find I'm suffering from a kind of culture fatigue and have less interest in eating my cultural vegetables, no matter how good they may be for me".
"As I get older," Mr. Kois concludes, "I find I'm suffering from a kind of culture fatigue and have less interest in eating my cultural vegetables, no matter how good they may be for me". Happily for him, movie theaters offer a cornucopia of junk food.
Michael Stein says translated books don't need to be treated as "cultural vegetables".
MANOHLA DARGIS Having an open mind is my only form of aspirational viewing, which is partly why I also think it's good to resist categories (like cultural vegetables).
ON May 1 The New York Times Magazine published an article, "Reaching for Culture That Remains Stubbornly Above My Grasp," in which Dan Kois wrote about watching certain critically regarded movies, like Andrei Tarkovsky's "Solaris," that he likened to eating his "cultural vegetables".
That's why it was such a surprise to see the New York Times Magazine give over two pages to Dan Kois (whom I know, via e-mail, a bit) for a piece called "Eating Your Cultural Vegetables," in which he admits: I've long had a queasy fascination with slow-moving, meditative drama.
E-mail address GO SIGN UP Share Tweet That's why it was such a surprise to see the New York Times Magazine give over two pages to Dan Kois (whom I know, via e-mail, a bit) for a piece called "Eating Your Cultural Vegetables," in which he admits: I've long had a queasy fascination with slow-moving, meditative drama.
This question was inspired by a piece in the May 1 edition of The New York Times Magazine by Dan Kois that offered a cheerful conformist's take on what in certain circles is sometimes termed slow cinema and that he simply finds boring, the equivalent of eating his "cultural vegetables".
They also helped touch off the great "cultural vegetables" debate of 2011 (in the realm of film critics' blogs, at least), in which a writer who wrote a controversial essay in this magazine was branded, essentially, as a pimp for summer schlock and Jack Sparrow.
