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The Week in Culture, “Rio de Janeiro’s Biggest Gringo” Edition

Gord Downie, lead singer of the band The Tragically Hip, accepts their Juno as the newest inductees into Canada's Music Hall of Fame during the Juno Awards Dinner and Gala on April 2, 2005 in Winnipeg, Canada.
Gord Downie, lead singer of the Tragically Hip, at the Juno Awards Dinner and Gala in 2005 in Winnipeg, Canada.

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“[F]or Canadians anywhere in the world, Saturday night is the Gehrig speech. It’s the O.J. verdict and the M.A.S.H. finale. It’s every second of sudden-death overtime we’ve ever played against Russia.” After the Tragically Hip’s lead singer Gord Downie announced his incurable brain tumor earlier this year, the band vowed to spend their final summer touring, and Canadians everywhere will be watching the live broadcasts and streams of their very last show this Saturday. In Slate this week, Chris Koentges attempted to explain to outsiders how the band came to be such a powerful part of the Canadian mythos, why “they resonate with my friends who teach post-colonial studies as deeply as they touch the right-wing hosers I still hang out with from high school.”

Canadian and non-Canadian expats alike will find resonance in the themes in Morris From America, the indie comedy about a black American father-and-son pair who relocate to provincial Germany, reviewed by Dana Stevens in Slate. The film stars Craig Robinson, an actor best known for his supporting roles on The Office or in Hot Tub Time Machine; as Stevens writes, Robinson “hasn’t been given many big-screen chances to showcase his dramatic gifts, which come as this slight but easy-to-love movie’s richest and most rewarding surprise.” There’s also a coming-of-age story involving his teenage son and a girl who, according to Aisha Harris, embodies the stereotype of a “Becky”—you know, of “Becky with the good hair” fame.

Willa with the good taste—Slate’s TV critic Willa Paskin—reviewed I Love Dick, Amazon’s latest collaboration with Transparent creator Jill Soloway, who now occupies the prestigious position of being the network’s most important asset. The show loses some of the intensity of the novel it’s adapted from, Paskin writes, but continues Soloway’s project of “only want[ing] to write about somewhat unlikable Jewish women having really inappropriate ideas about life and sex,” as the writer-creator recently said.

Elsewhere at Slate, the Olympics hurtle toward their dramatic conclusion. Don’t miss the Jerk Watch, now featuring Ryan Lochte’s continuing saga, an appreciation of what Leslie Jones has brought to NBC’s coverage, a lament for Gabby Douglas, an ode to Rio de Janeiro’s biggest gringo, and lots more.

A few more links to send you into the weekend: