It’s all over but the box-office math. As I pop a Maalox and say an enthusiastic goodbye to a dyspeptic year at the movies that produced very little joy and a lot of acid reflux, here’s some of what happened at the end:
A Love Song for Bobby Long. A chicken-fried Southern Gothic tone poem Read More
On the dour anniversary of 9/11, lights flashed. Sirens roared. Cell phones rang. Rented limo doors opened and hottie du jour Penélope Cruz emerged, surrounded by burly security guards with hairy forearms who whisked her down the intensely lit crimson-red carpet into another premiere “gala,” where she talked about doing an on-screen lesbian tango with Read More
