I’ve been attending and covering the New York Film Critics Circle awards ceremony for the last two years (i.e., since I moved to New York), but this year someone other than HE publicist pally Jeff Hill handled the invites and I didn’t hear squat from anyone about anything. Nor did I pester anyone (including NYFCC honcho Armond White) about attending so the hell with it. While the NYFCC soiree unfolds tonight, I’ll be watching the all-media of The Green Hornet.
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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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