Collecting tidbits about your NYT critics

In today's lesson, we learn that A.O. Scott, father, Brooklyn resident, connoisseur of middlebrow taste, and general arbiter of moderate movie criticism everywhere, drives . . . a Volvo.

The verbal and visceral elements [of Death Proof] have no organic connection, and the plot is booby-trapped with surprises. I’m hesitant to risk giving away too much, but I will say that Kurt Russell is awfully good, and that I could listen to Sydney Tamiia Poitier and Tracie Thoms, two of the movie’s motor-mouthed heroines, talk through the whole three hours of “Grindhouse,” read the phone book or recite “The Faerie Queene” on tape in my Volvo in the middle of a traffic jam.

Really, Tony, how domestic.