Preface: I am not against same-sex marriage. I wrote a post – that you can read here – in which I support it. However, I am/was in favor of SB 1062. Lemme explain. _______________ Let’s say there’s a nice, elderly gentleman named Stanley. After many years working in New York City’s garment district, he retired…
Let’s get a few things out of the way about The Monuments Men: Yes, it’s a true story, much more so than the usual “Based on/Inspired by a true story/true events.” According to the Smithsonian Institute’s website, the film is estimated at about 80% accurate, but of course producers had to adjust things for the…
So, where was I? The Rise and Fall of Me: Chapter 20 of 20. The End. The Big Finish. El Fin. La Endo. Done. – 30 – . (That’s a journalism thing). Drop the mic and walk off stage. Teaching is over, has been over for two years now, but what’s happened since? Let’s start…
Howdy and welcome to another post about movies. I recently told you about a film and entertainment website called The Cinematic Katzenjammer at/for/on which I occasionally write film reviews. I now have a weekly feature on that site, and it’s called “Back in the Day.” Amongst the staff at CK, I’m basically the resident grumpy…
At about 7 this morning I was outside shoveling roughly 5 inches of snow. This was probably the seventh time this winter that significant snowfall called me out, interrupting coffee or wine or whatever I could have been drinking while watching another movie. As neighbors and friends were bitching and moaning about more of the…
I have said many times that I love time-travel stories. I also have a great affinity for Rachel McAdams and British humor/humour, so I expected to very much enjoy About Time. The problem is that with the same brush with which writer/director Richard Curtis used to paint some originality with time travel, he also painted…
We all have our “thing.” For my brother, it’s football. For one of my friends, it’s all about her son. For my kid, it’s dance. Me? Movies. This is about my love of movies and how it came, went, came back again, and where it now resides. The first movie I can ever remember seeing…
Faith If it had been only the first or second time Burt had rung for the nurse, he wouldn’t have been as upset. Five unanswered rings was too much. He had tried every angle of his tongue, the corners of a sugar packet, and a chewed-off fingernail, yet nothing dislodged the shred of…
The high road is important, but it is not fun. It is delayed gratification, or no gratification. On the high road, it is not what you gain. It is what you do not lose. What’s this about? My stalker is back. If you would like details, you can read this post from The Rise and…
Before seeing Lee Daniels’ The Butler, I had several reasons to dislike it. First, I don’t like anyone’s name before the title. I would not like Martin Scorcese’s Goodfellas or Steven Spielberg’s Raiders of the Lost Ark, thus I would not like anyone’s anything. Second, any film with Oprah Winfrey usually belongs on basic cable. …
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