Who says time travel is impossible? I rented a movie from 1998 the other day and they only had it on video cassette. Remember the dinosaur days before DVDs? The volume jacked up until the hissing envelops the dialogue and you can’t hear a thing? Ah, nostalgia.
But the biggest difference in content was the previews, a whole string of them. There was one for that Robin Williams movie “What Dreams May Come” where he’s dead and playing with Cuba Gooding Jr. and a multi-colored dalmatian (insert far-too-easy Cuba joke here). Studio executives drunk with the power of CGI attempt to tackle heaven. Screams “New Toy.”
Then comes the Tarantino Gen-Y, Echo Boom or whatever you want to call it. First “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels”… (more…)

I’m guilty of blog neglect. That’s because this whole foreign corresponding job takes a lot of work.
Some moments along the way:
Driving the wrong way down a one-way road in Ulm, Germany, on zero sleep, eyes glued to the lying GPS, “Country Roads” blaring on the stereo, talking to my editors on the cell phone when I hear a car horn and finally look up at my near doom coming at me.
Buying a beer at a tiny grocery in Sofia, Bulgaria, Seinfeld playing dubbed on the little television over the refrigerator. (Why do they always make George’s voice even higher pitched when they dub poor Mr. Costanza?)
Breakfast with the waters of the Bosphorus lapping at the edge. Omelette made to order and glorious morning in Istanbul.
All told, not so bad.