I’m a devout Bernie Sanders believer and supporter as far as it goes. I have a Bernie bumper sticker on my door and Bernie buttons stuck to my saddlebags. But no way was I going to wait in line for three or four hours to get into last night’s Sanders rally as the L.A. Sports Arena. To have done so would have meant abandoning the editing of yesterday’s Bogdanovich piece and not taking the cats to Laurel Pet Hospital so they could get some Comfortis pills for fleas.
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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