Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
I’ve been looking for a true crime novel that I remember reading about. Multiple searches have turned up nothing.
Nothing against flowers and/or chocolate for Valentine’s Day — but why not go with a lasts-forever, zero-calorie book from Indigo instead?
So, after being lucky enough to have a lovely wedding last month and a looong honeymoon, I am still dumb enough to have just one little bee in my bonnet that Will. Not. Die.
Beautiful Darling has a sweet nostalgic sadness to it, like its subject, the former James Slattery who became a Warhol-Factory “Superstar.”
I would tell you that we’ve now reached the point in 31 Films In 31 Days when we pick our movies based on how short they are…
There is a movie I watched, probably in the late ’80s/early ’90s. It was probably a made-for-TV movie, because I can’t find it hard as I Google, but it’s really stuck with me because it’s …
Most contemporary reviews of Croupier point to Clive Owen as the best — almost the only — thing about it, and he’s marvelous, but I disagree.
