One, he doesn’t have that X-factor snap, that fizzy-chemistry thing. Two, he reminds me of Gary Lockwood in 2001: A Space Odyssey, and voters have always been more inclined to support candidates who remind them of Keir Dullea. And three, you can’t pronounce “Swalwell” trippingly on the tongue. “Walwell” would be bad enough, but the addition of an “s” forces your teeth, lips and tongue to go into contortions.
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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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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