Frost/Nixon Actually Makes Me Miss Tricky Dick!

Frost/Nixon
Running time 122 minutes
Written by Peter Morgan
Directed by Ron Howard
Starring Frank Langella, Michael Sheen, Kevin Bacon, Toby Jones, Oliver Platt

Ron Howard’s Frost/Nixon, from the screenplay by Peter Morgan, based on his play, succeeds magnificently in re-creating the historic 1977 television interview as a gripping suspense Read More

What Dick Did

Frost/Nixon
Running time 122 minutes
Written by Peter Morgan
Directed by Ron Howard
Starring Frank Langella, Michael Sheen, Kevin Bacon, Toby Jones, Oliver Platt

If timing is everything, what better moment than the eve of a new presidency to unveil Ron Howard’s riveting, psychologically astute film version of Frost/Nixon? With Read More

Sally Field’s Harrowing Weeks

Two Weeks is another of those Fatal Disease of the Week movies about death, grief and saying goodbye forever that even the television networks have abandoned. In feature films, every dying movie star smiling bravely through her tears, from Margaret Sullavan in No Sad Songs For Me to Meryl Streep in One True Thing, has Read More

TEST: That Gal From Speed Drives Truman, Take 2

They gave the Oscar to the wrong Truman Capote. I do not begrudge the versatile, popular Philip Seymour Hoffman his Oscar for playing the tiny terror in Capote, but he was doing an impression. In Infamous, the second movie about the tortures that the literary sensation endured while writing his masterpiece, In Cold Blood, a Read More

That Gal From Speed Drives Truman, Take 2

They gave the Oscar to the wrong Truman Capote. I do not begrudge the versatile, popular Philip Seymour Hoffman his Oscar for playing the tiny terror in Capote, but he was doing an impression. In Infamous, the second movie about the tortures that the literary sensation endured while writing his masterpiece, In Cold Blood, a Read More

Loons Migrate Across Pond: Silly Brits Take Broadway

It’s no secret that the traditionally reserved British simply love being absurdly, totally, astonishingly silly. It’s something to do with the way they walk. And I would say that the pleasure and insane genius of the British import on Broadway, The Play What I Wrote -directed by Kenneth Branagh, no less-is its utter, ridiculous faith Read More