Two or three hours ago I was sitting at an outdoor cafe in Grindelwald (a 20-minute drive from Lauterbrunnen) and staring up at the somewhat spooky, occasionally cloud-covered Eiger — not the biggest or tallest mountain in the world but one that has killed at least 64 climbers who’ve tried to ascend its north face since 1935. Phillip Stolzl‘s North Face implanted the mystique. If the Eiger had a reddish tint it would look a bit like Cecil B. DeMille‘s Mt. Sinai in The Ten Commandments (’56).
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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