One of these days somebody is going to make a Michael Jackson documentary that isn’t filled with sycophants and grinning admirers coo-cooing about his electric dynamite white-sock coolitude. I like a lot of his music too but somebody needs to do a real portrait of the guy some day, a doc that says “look at this freak and how super-popular he was and still is, and how nobody wants to really look at the twisted truth.” Today it’s still “my God, he was such an amazing genius and now he’s gone.”
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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