After voting and deliberating for two hours or so and with film fanatics the world over waiting to see what their final choices will be, the Los Angeles Film Critics Association decided to take a lunch break. This is the one of the wimpiest, laziest, flabbiest, most myopic and corrupt decisions ever made by a reputable film organization, and I’m sorry but LAFCA will never live this one down. This is the lunch break heard ’round the world. You lazy fucks. Do the job and then enjoy lunch…Jesus.
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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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