a propos of which, Molly Ringwald has written a brief reflection on John Hughes as Peter Pan. It's plausible and, all things considered, rather sad. (I also note that, while she's no prose stylist, Ringwald can actually write.)
Meanwhile, in the world of non-moving pictures, photojournalism is in trouble, if not actually dying.
Re the small screen, I enjoyed this comment in the New Yorker, on The United States of Tara:
Collette is impressively convincing, even though I’m not entirely sure what I’m being convinced of.