For years I’ve clumsily mispronounced the name of Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but yesterday’s N.Y. Times Maureen Dowd column about Ahmadinejad’s Manhattan visit has solved the problem for good. Katie Couric, she writes, “has dryly has told people that she remembers how to pronounce his name with the mnemonic ‘I’m a dinner jacket.'”
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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