“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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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.
When a Wes Anderson movie is good, I don’t tend to have a whole lot to say about it.
I wanted to like August, Osage County more than I did — and I did like it fairly well, considering — because of Tracy Letts.
Selma is at its finest in the quietest moments, quiet enough to hear the hearts breaking.
A friend of mine once said that you don’t get over a death, the space it leaves. “It doesn’t go away; you just learn to decorate around it.”
Couch Baron, Blankenship and I discussed the good, the bad, and the flighty about Birdman.
Utterly inelegant, charmingly energetic, Killing Jimmy Hoffa crams a lot into 79 minutes.
