It did not take long for me to turn off Twitter, to shut down Facebook, to ignore NYTimes.com. The Internet can be marvelous—for real-time presidential debate snark or instant updates on the latest Lindsay Lohan trainwreck—but for tragedy, it is entirely too small. I could not bear to watch the reported death toll rise, to see the hand-wringing that came when the press realized it had misidentified the shooter, or to wade through the now-predictable howls for stricter gun control. So I did the natural thing. I turned off my computer, and started watching movies.
I watched Harper, a middling Paul Newman P.I. flick, the ever-delightful Shop Around The Corner and, at my girlfriend’s stern insistence, Love Actually. During the intermissions, I glanced at Twitter for news of the impending R.A. Dickey trade, taking pains to avoid reading about anything of actual importance. For seven or eight hours, Paul Newman chewed gum, Jimmy Stewart sold music boxes, Hugh Grant made puppy dog eyes. And the outside world stayed far outside.
Where have all the monsters gone? As a kid, I was gung-ho for Lugosi, Karloff and Chaney, not to mention Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet and the rest of the more sophisticated Warner Brothers stock company turning out classy thrillers like The Beast With Five Fingers. Eventually, the legitimate monsters of my youthful mania turned into Read More
Do you have plans for Sunday, October 12? Cancel them.
If, in the wake of Paul Newman’s death last Friday, you’ve been wishing to revisit the great actor’s work and have been thwarted at your local video store, Turner Classic Movies has stepped in with a 24-hour block of Newman movies. Read More
Things aren’t looking good in Hollywood. A week from today, on June 30, the Screen Actors Guild’s contract will expire. And as Variety reported on Friday, it seems increasingly unlikely that a deal with producers will be struck by then. Anyway, time for S.A.G. to celebrate! The labor union Read More
Since Charlton Heston was the king of the epic—Ben-Hur, The Ten Commandments and Touch of Evil, to name a few—it’s only fitting that Turner Classic Movies honor the actor with an epically long 15-hour marathon. It’ll start at 2:30 p.m., Friday afternoon, April 11, and end at 5:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, April 12.
The Read More
The name Rose McGowan calls many things to mind—red lips, curves, porcelain skin, Charmed, Scream, Grindhouse or that unforgettable barely-there chain-mail dress she wore to the 1998 MTV Video Music Awards with then-boyfriend Marilyn Manson. But old movie buff … who knew?
Starting this month, the 34-year-old beauty is taking on the role of Read More
I found myself caught up in the down-and-dirty Survivor finale, which my summer was coming more and more to resemble. There was Kelly, devious manipulator, who won points for soul searching. And Rich, the self-described Fat Naked Fag, the straightforward manipulator who gambled craftily and won. The outcome, a Mars-Venus parable if ever there was Read More
Wednesday, July 7
Barry Diller gave the order in the spring of ’98: no more fighting on The Jerry Springer Show ! Well, a couple of public outcries and media-fueled mass murders later, Mr. Diller has finally brought order to the program, which is owned by his Studios U.S.A.
Nothing good lasts forever.
Peter Bogdanovich’s Movie of the Week
In 1970–a decade before the video cassette age–Orson Welles had rented a house for a year in Beverly Hills, and one evening I brought over a portable 16-millimeter projector so that we could run a print I’d borrowed of James Cagney at his annihilating best in Raoul Walsh’s Read More