I have to get over to the Fantastic Mr. Fox gala screening that kicks off the London Film Festival. The day just flew and now it’s 5:50 pm. I was going to take two or three hours and do this self-orchestrated walking-around-London Beatles tour (i.e., visiting their various residences during the ’60s) but realized too late there wouldn’t be time. And I have to leave tomorrow morning. Too bad. I could easily live here.
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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