In my eternal quest to find the diamonds at the bottom of cinema’s cesspool, I’ve made some interesting discoveries. For instance, I’ve found that many famous actresses who continued to perform into their autumn years valiantly took on any work…
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Let’s be honest. When we think of our male screen heartthrobs do we fantasize them winning awards? No, we picture them splashed across tabloids under arrest, in rehab, or humiliating themselves by disrobing on screen and showing us their million-dollar…
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Fame today is so arbitrary. You can have a mediocre voice and win a spot on American idol, or humiliate yourself on national TV by being lowered into a glass case filled with live rats. But at one…
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Living in the West Village I’m always walking up Grove Street to see lines of tourists posing at the corner of Bedford Street. I finally asked someone why and they said it was the building shown at the beginning of…
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Remember when action movies were fun- not digital effects, fast editing and deafening sound? This thought came to mind while watching the new “Limited Edition” Blu-ray from Vinegar Syndrome of the great soul prison flick Penitentiary (1979), one of the…
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I was so happily startled last night while I was scrolling through Netflix streaming and saw that the film I Remember You was available. It was a movie I missed in theaters and really wanted to see because it’s based…
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I don’t know about you, but when I’m out with someone and we’re deciding on which movie to see and they say: “Nothing serious or depressing- I only go to comedies…” it makes me want to whip out my…
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Let me just say something about villains. I’ve known a few real ones in my lifetime, and occasionally in relationships I have been one. But in movies I think they get a bum rap. Since the early days of kinescopes…
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A few years ago I went through a stupid health crisis. I had to endure chemo and radiation treatments for about a month. But all of that still was better than sitting through Rent: the movie. I really hate discussing…
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Growing up, we knew a child who would run screaming out of the room every time we put on Ethel Merman singing. It was an almost Pavlovian response that used to amuse us greatly but something about her singing scared…
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