The 2018 Cannes Film Festival slate is so weak, so unexciting, so “are they kidding?” I’ve already paid for my Cannes voyage — RT airfare (LA to NY, NY to Paris), Paris-to-Cannes train ticket, Paris Airbnb, Cannes rental, etc. If I could take it all back and drop it into my bank without excessive sweat or hassle, I would be seriously tempted. It just doesn’t seem worth the outlay. I’d much rather invest in Telluride, which I was going to sidestep in order to save funds.
Roughly two months ago a very early draft of Eric Roth‘s screenplay for Killers of the Flower Moon (dated 2.20.17,...
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Frances McDormand‘s Fern was strong but mule-stubborn and at the end of the day self-destructive, and this stunted psychology led...
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Can’t decide which performance is better, although I’ve always leaned toward Tina Vitale, her cynical New Jersey moll behind the...
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Two days ago (1.19) a Facebook tribute congratulated Tippi Hedren for having reached her 94th year (blow out the candles!)...
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A friend suggested a list of the Ten Best American Crime Flicks of the ‘70s. By which he meant films...
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I’ve never been able to give myself over to Sam Peckinpah’s Major Dundee, a 1965 Civil War–era western, and I’ve...
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