I don’t care if Quentin Tarantino becomes Michael Keaton…fine with me. But if he wants to do something about it, now’s the time while he still has a few sprigs left. If I’m not mistaken Keaton “did something about it” a while back, by the way. This is the 21st Century, the age of the Jetsons. You don’t have to look like Uriah Heep unless…you know, it doesn’t matter to you.
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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