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Esquire Winter 2019

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in this issue

1 min.
consider the basketball

Let’s say that tomorrow NBA head Adam Silver decommissions the Spalding basketball and replaces it with its glowed-up counterpart from Versace. You remember Like Mike? Where Lil Bow Wow turns into an all-timer after getting ahold of Michael Jordan’s sneakers? It’d be like that. This blinged-out, baroque ball would cure Markelle Fultz of the yips, make DeMarcus Cousins a big ol’ teddy bear, and keep LeBron playing until he’s 97. Just think about it. In the meantime, think about copping a pair of sneakers from Ronnie Fieg’s collaboration with New Balance. They won’t have you shooting like a Splash Brother, but you’ll at least be stylish enough to walk the pregame runway alongside Steph and Klay.…

2 min.

A BRIEF MONTHLY EXPANSION ON A TOPIC EXPLORED IN THE ISSUE NEW YORK THINGS THAT ARE ACTUALLY IN NEW JERSEY –The Statue of Liberty –The N. Y. Jets and N. Y. Giants –The entire NYPD –A functioning airport New Jersey is the area of the United States located off exits 1 to 18 of the New Jersey Turnpike. It’s nick-named “the Garden State” because of its many bountiful Olive Garden restaurants. New Jersey is the most densely packed state and has the highest property taxes, which is why its number-one export is commuters fleeing to New York. Its biggest industry is pharmaceuticals; thus it’s bad to experience New Jersey while pregnant or on an empty stomach. The state also has the highest concentration of shopping malls in one area, so you can buy your stripper outfit…

5 min.
the last shall be first

Almost every day, as I awake to find my iPhone, my iPad, my iWhatever bombarded by yet another cycle of incomprehensible developments, making the last news cycle look comprehensible by comparison, I have begun to wonder if it’s not that we need to speed up our minds but rather slow down our clocks. Forget about GMT, EST, CST, or PST. We’re all now on DWTFT—Digital WTF Time—in which a month goes by in a day and this past November alone felt like one hell of a decade. Why can’t our Washington overlords simply manufacture more hours, just like the Fed prints more money, so we can somehow process this tsunami of disturbing and annoying daily developments before it processes us? Not likely with the cost of that border wall. But if…

5 min.
movies that mattered

In Terry Southern’s cult novel The Magic Christian (1959), a movie-theater owner has an idea to increase attendance. He cuts prices and widens seats so two people can (barely) sit in them at once. His advertising slogan: “Half the Price, and a Chance for Vice.” This year, moviegoers didn’t get love seats, but for a welcome moment we got something arguably better: MoviePass, a subscription service that let us see all the films we wanted for a $10 monthly fee. Many of us binged. Reader, I was among them. It felt not just good but also necessary to check out for a few hours—to find refuge in the congenial public dark, in a year when America appeared to have lost some of its moorings and meanings. MoviePass seemed too good to…

1 min.
roma won’t win best picture

There are flashier movies out there: Green Book, Vice, A Star Is Born. They’re all very good. But when it comes to grade-A cineast material, the kind of must-watch movie that will reside next to classics by Bergman and Fellini and Kurosawa on a film-school syllabus in the decades to come, it’s all about Alfonso Cuarón’s Roma. The upstairs-downstairs drama focuses on Cleo (Yalitza Aparicio), a live-in maid/nanny, and the wife, grandmother, and four kids in an upper-middle-class Mexico City family she cares for after the children’s father abandons them. Emotional moments are delivered without the trickery of melodrama, a score, or even color. All of it is presented in neorealist, 65mm black and white, with a meditative soundtrack of environmental sounds (which becomes a character in its own right) and…

5 min.
the true believer

Errol Morris and I are trying to figure out the hidden meaning of Steve Bannon’s stubble. Errol tells me that through five days of shooting face-to-face interviews with Bannon for his new film, American Dharma, the erstwhile consigliere to Donald Trump and fledgling leader of the new, vaguely menacing, perhaps neo-Nazi white-nationalist movement would show up on the set with his stubble always exactly the same hobo length, suggesting it was not negligence but a way of deliberately sending a message: Don’t be fooled by the vagrant-like appearance. He really thinks of himself as a grizzled cinematic flyboy, the kind who breaks the rules to win the war the brass is losing. In addition, Bannon wears three or four sweaty shirts at a time—an equally fascinating sartorial signal—which, combined with the…