I’ve had enough of Mother Nature (Irma here, deadly Maria and Mexico City earthquakes there) so I decided to forego mother! until I have someone to give me a hug after. And I could use a hug. Let’s just say I wish people were more self-aware, acknowledged questions or previous plans and communicated in a… Continue reading Would the real Steve Coogan please stand up? (The Trip to Spain)
I realize my title is like that old Sesame Street game “Which of these directors doesn’t belong?” Read on… A frenetic schedule forces me to do a threesome here, if only to preserve reading time for The New Yorker and Theresa Rebeck staring at me as I type. Miles Ahead, directed by Don Cheadle took… Continue reading Cheadle, Linklater and…Atencio?
I put off writing this blog, thinking I was going to watch the film for a second time, but alas my best movie friend has been occupied as of late, so here it goes: Boyhood was an oxymoron of a film, and this comes from a fanatic of the Before Midnight, Before Sunrise, Before Sunset… Continue reading Boyhood, My How Time Flies