Category Archives: Film

Bleak House

I returned from New York, had a relaxing weekend, and promptly developed a nasty case of bronchitis, from which I am still recovering. My first full week off the job and I had to spend it on the couch, barely awake and feverish!
While sick, I watched the entire set of “Bleak House” DVDs.  Highly recommended! [...]

AFI Film List… “Well, little filly…”

I find Westerns to be cheesey in their fake earnestness and highly stylized plainspokenness. This is not true of all Westerns, but more than most. More importantly, I have a hard time, typically, accepting the premise of the film and this dooms it.
Giant. 30 minutes. There is no way that the handsome but rich Rock Hudson would still [...]

AFI Film List… multiple films

The AFI Film Viewing Endeavor took a big hit over the summer, summer being a time of explosion films and The Rock and not of quaint yet “important” films from the 40s.
Of the Top 100 AFI Films,  I’ve watched the following in the last 90 days (according to the Netflix queue):

West Side Story - I [...]

I’ll perform this feat of prestidigitation!

Yo ho ho! It was Talk Like a Pirate Day recently and I completely missed it, having to spend half of the designated day on a train to the City of Brotherly Love and back, which unsurprisingly did not feel piratical, brotherly, or lovely.
Since then, I’ve been trying to catch up on my reading and [...]

Robert Evans as legend

“I’m a vital force to be reckoned with. I still have great ideas. Call your article ‘Evans Reloaded,’ ” Mr. Evans declared at his home in August.
From No Kid, but Robert Evans Stays in the Picture (NYT)
(If you haven’t seen The Kid Stays in the Picture, go add it to your Netflix queue now [...]

Bad boys, bad boys

In an endearing expression of his Normal Guy personality, Bill Murray watches COPS while doing an interview.

Major uncool, man.

 

I feel an obligation, due to my 80s mediawhore upbringing, to go to see Miami Vice and perhaps I will overcome my dislike of both Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx. My heart, though, will always belong to the real Crockett & Tubbs, Don Johnson and what’s his name.