It sounds macabre to say you have a “favorite” 11.22.63 JFK/Love Field photo, but there’s something intensely creepy, for me, about the middle-aged woman with the bright red hat and the ornate glasses whom Jackie Kennedy is smiling at. I look at her and see a demon from hell, needing to meet and touch the Kennedys in order to fulfill the death curse. “It’s such an honor to meet you, Mr. President and Mrs. Kennedy. I just want you to know you have less than an hour. Is there anything I can do?”
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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