If you are me (which I know none of you are, but still, indulge me), the first week of the year is an exciting time, wonderful time. Not because of resolutions or returning refreshed and renewed or any of that rubbish. No, it’s because of the journalistic feature I most anticipate each year: Slate’s Movie Club.
This year, Slate house critic Dana Stevens opens by writing something about abortion that seems calculated to provoke comment from Ross, and also requests a defense of Zodiac and David Fincher. Seeing as how Fincher is my favorite working director, and I put Zodiac in my top 3 films of the year, I’ll probably have something to say about that soon. But for now, go forth and read.