Los Angeles is a great town to write this column from except for the time zone. Pacific people are the last to wake up to anything. LA at 6:30 am means the night before in Sydney, 9:30 am in New York, 2:30 pm in London and 3:30 pm in Paris/Berlin/Rome/Prague. You’re always the last to read and respond unless you bang stuff out between 11 pm and 1 am, which is somewhat easier, I’m happy to say, since I stopped drinking.
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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