Summertime and the living is easy...back of my neck getting dirty and gritty...oooo macarena! Let's admit one thing right off the bat: summer has changed, and not just because we're no longer 11 years old and looking forward to three months' worth of unadulterated goofing off, give or take a summer-school session or a stint at an overly rigorous sleep-away camp making lanyards for The Man. Once upon a time, for kids and adults alike, the season's operative word was languor; today it's grosses. Because summer itself, like the movies to which the season lends its name as adjective, has got...
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