Metro-North trains aren’t running (“temporarily suspended“) so I’m stuck in Connecticut. The snow has stopped but the wind chill is around ten degrees and the 40 mph to 50 mph winds are painful and blinding. It’s Klondike time. You could die out there. I’m dying of boredom in here. I left my Keith Richards autobiography in Brooklyn. I’m DVD’d and Bluray-ed out. But the roads are semi-negotiable so there’s always the exploration aspect.
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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