That homicidal, score-settling bitch we all know and love, occupying the Eternal City, merging with the lingering spirits of Roman generals and politicians, totally laying waste, chunks and shards of glass spread over ancient cobblestones on the Appian Way.
What percentage of Americans have even a fraction of a clue about what the Russian hackers are up to? Two days ago Team Obama accused the Russkis of “stealing and disclosing emails from the Democratic National Committee and a range of other institutions and prominent individuals, immediately raising the issue of whether President Obama would seek sanctions or other retaliation,” etc. Is all this a forewarning that one way or the other that the Russian government, which is known to be interesting in swaying the U.S. election in Donald Trump‘s favor just as Trump is known to be a Putin loyalist, is going to try and fuck with the 11.8 vote tally? Today’s Putin is more actively hostile to the U.S. than any Russian commie ogre of the past (Breshnev, Krushchev, Stalin).

“Zero chance I’ll quit” = Donald Trump‘s commitment to facing the howling winds and taking his upcoming electoral defeat like a man. If he’s smart (which of course he isn’t), he’ll class up tonight’s debate by politely refusing to touch anything the least bit mucky-mucky, and that means leaving poor Bill Clinton alone. On one level Trump is Richard Nixon after the revelation of the smoking-gun tape, and on another he’s St. Augustine, alive as you or me, tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery with a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold, searching for the very souls [who’ve] already have been sold.

“Not happening…way too laid back…zero narrative urgency,” I was muttering from the get-go. Basically the sixth episode of White Lotus Thai SERIOUSLY disappoints. Puttering around, way too slow. Things inch along but it’s all “woozy guilty lying aftermath to the big party night” stuff. Glacial pace…waiting, waiting. I was told...
I finally saw Walter Salles' I'm Still Here two days ago in Ojai. It's obviously an absorbing, very well-crafted, fact-based poltical drama, and yes, Fernanda Torres carries the whole thing on her shoulders. Superb actress. Fully deserving of her Best Actress nomination. But as good as it basically is...
After three-plus-years of delay and fiddling around, Bernard McMahon's Becoming Led Zeppelin, an obsequious 2021 doc about the early glory days of arguably the greatest metal-rock band of all time, is opening in IMAX today in roughly 200 theaters. Sony Pictures Classics is distributing. All I can say is, it...
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall's Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year's Telluride Film Festival, is a truly first-rate two-hander -- a pure-dialogue, character-revealing, heart-to-heart talkfest that knows what it's doing and ends sublimely. Yes, it all happens inside a Yellow Cab on...
7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when and how did Martin Lawrence become Oliver Hardy? He’s funny in that bug-eyed, space-cadet way… 7:55 pm: And now it’s all cartel bad guys, ice-cold vibes, hard bullets, bad business,...

The Kamala surge is, I believe, mainly about two things — (a) people feeling lit up or joyful about being...
Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner's Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg's tastiest and wickedest film -- intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...