Kamala Harris got heckled last night in Detroit…consider those steely expressions. Her voice said “I am speaking now” but her eyes said “do not fuck with me, Gaza gang!”
I’ve had “words” from time to time with women working in certain official capacities (human resources, airport security, motor vehicle departments, hospitals) and when push came to shove they all gave me the Kamaglare, and it definitely made me feel challenged and off-balance and regretful.
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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