Nobody's Perfect, by Anthony Lane

This was my second time through this tome of Anthony Lane's collected movie reviews and columns for the New Yorker, and, like a good movie, I enjoyed it every bit as much the second time. I don't always agree with Lane's assessments, but he's still my favorite reviewer by far: smart, insightful, and bitingly funny. At least once a review, he tosses off a one-liner that many lesser writers would kill for. I'll keep this short, because otherwise I would detour off into a recap of his best lines--I have some of them typed up into a Word document on my computer--but let me just say, did he not already have someone, I would marry Anthony Lane. As it is, maybe I'll just buy the book.