I’m really effing sick of guys like Glenn Kenny calling my admiration of Jennifer Lawrence‘s work in Silver Linings Playbook a “crotch vote.” I’ve never felt libidinal stirrings for Lawrence, and I don’t think I ever will. My feelings about her Tiffany have always been about her impulsive emotionality, her no-bullshit brass, her sand, her salt…the way she busts right into the Solitano abode and demands that Bradley Cooper‘s Pat explain his not keeping his word. It’s never been anything else.
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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