…even though I don’t care. I don’t care who wins. The only nominated flick I’ve seen this year is “Gravity,” and I thought it fair-to-middling. And did I mention that I don’t care? I’m watching for one reason only, the … Continue reading →
Funny, funny guy Harold Ramis has died at 69. I wasn’t a big “Ghostbusters” or “Caddyshack” fan. So sue me. But I’m one of the biggest “Groundhog Day” fans in the world. If Ramis had only helped to provide the … Continue reading →
Ace describes a new movie about coming of age in the digital era: There’s a documentary called Sexy Baby, directed by a couple of women interested in exploring current sexual mores. (Trailer here: Content Warning.) There are several storylines, two … Continue reading →
By the time Shirley Temple Black died at 85 last night we had come to take her extraordinary life for granted. Child star? How about: the most popular and unquestionably talented child star ever, who made people happy during the … Continue reading →
I’ve avoided the latest Woody Allen sexual abuse furor so far, and this post isn’t going to be an exhaustive treatment of it. It’s one of those “he said, she said” arenas where what actually happened can be difficult to … Continue reading →
And so instead of resting this Sunday I’m reposting an old favorite. Really, what could be more appropriate on Groundhog Day than a repeat of an old essay about the movie, a personal favorite of mine? [NOTE: For more on … Continue reading →
…is beginning to resemble Marlene Dietrich in her later years. Well, Dietrich did wear suits, including white ones: Here Dietrich (who was apparently bisexual) is again in a suit, older this time: But for the Madonna comparison, I’m thinking that, … Continue reading →
These two really were separated at birth. Literally.
Continue reading →And now for a change of pace—I guess they still call it “fashion.” These outfits were seen at the UK premiere of the Scorcese film “The Wolf of Wall Street.” I am in awe at the almost infinite variety of … Continue reading →
Last night by chance I came across the story of the French village of Le Chambon during WWII. I’d never heard it before, but it’s one of the most fascinating stories of rescuers during the Holocaust. I’ve written about rescuers … Continue reading →
…to the future, with a Mustang rather than a DeLorean:
Continue reading →They didn’t look the least bit alike when they were young. But in their declining/mature/twilight/golden years, they rather do (except for the ‘stache and some extra eyebrow bushiness):
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