Robert Mitchum: Baby I Don’t Care , by Lee Server. St. Martin’s Press, 590 pages, $32.50.
It was 1942, and the studios were unsure how to pitch Robert Mitchum to the American public. “He looks kinda mean around the eyes,” said one producer. “Sounds like a gorilla,” suggested another. The teenage readers of Photoplay magazine Read More
M. Night Shyamalan’s The Sixth Sense materializes on the screen as an effectively understated and moodily engrossing ghost film with a surprisingly satisfying jolt at the end. Bruce Willis reminds me once again that, despite his generally bad press, he is the most reliable character lead in the business, perhaps lacking Gene Hackman’s range and Read More
Twenty years ago, on this very same date, I published a column thanking all of the wonderful people who had survived long enough to still call our attention to the fact that a few sane and rational voices remained in a daily fog of cynicism and hypocrisy that was driving me blind, deaf and crazy. Read More
