Magazine April 11, 2016, Issue

Black Box

Mary Elizabeth Winstead and John Goodman in 10 Cloverfield Lane (Paramount Pictures)

You’ve seen this movie before. An attractive young woman, one of those ingénue actresses you kind of recognize but can’t quite place, decides to run out on her fiancé. Maybe he’s abusive, we’re not sure, but we watch her clearing her things out of their apartment in a rush, leaving her engagement ring on the counter, grabbing a bottle of Scotch (remember that bottle) on the way out the door, and then driving, driving, out of a city and into the deep country: woods, fields, nobody to call, nobody to help — the dark territory of Norman Bates and Leatherface

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Bush Appreciated Thanks to Jay Nordlinger for his “43 and His Theme: A Visit with George W. Bush” (March 14). It’s a shame that Bush didn’t do more, rhetorically, to defend ...
Politics & Policy

The Week

‐ Bernie Sanders’s campaign is fading, leaving his supporters red, white, and blue. ‐ It is neither a surprise nor an accident that the latest major Islamist terrorist attack to befall ...
The Long View

Final Bulletin

FINAL BULLETIN The 2016 National Review Post-Election Cruise, Official Program Thanks for signing up for the 2016 National Review Post-Election Cruise aboard Holland America’s luxurious cruise ship MS Nieuw Amsterdam. We will be ...
Politics & Policy

Poetry

WOMAN AT A MOTEL WINDOW Frost from her breath on glass, Thin arteries made dark By a slow finger’s pass, Are the hand’s speech, and mark As something to be said Her waiting emptiness. She writes; behind ...

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