Monthly Archives: September 2010

Tony Curtis – RIP

Tony Curtis talked like he looked: oily, with remnants of Bernard Schwartz of the Bronx never far off. I don’t want to know what went on in the Hollywood Babylon days; a man married six times certainly has more anecdotes … Continue reading

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A warning

Timothy Blee is correct: If you’re not worried about the actual jack-booted thugs staging actual midnight raids in America today, you can’t expect to be taken seriously seriously when you warn that some policy you oppose could lead to jack-booted thugs … Continue reading

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The Runaways

No biopic of the New York Dolls exists, but if a writer-director needed casting suggestions, let me point him or her in the direction of Michael Shannon. As producer/svengali Kim Fowley in The Runaways, he hisses orders through clenched teeth … Continue reading

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Happy Sunday

A beautiful performance: hammy, bombastic, and sincere as hell. One hopes Coldplay agree. “That’s when I ruled the world,” Tennant sings, and you’d be forgiven for thinking the Pet Shop Boys still did, judging from the crowd response starting at … Continue reading

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No $leep

Only one scene in Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps, which is not named after a Rick Ross album, generates suspense: the moment when Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas) dons a pinstriped shirt with perfect cuffs and slicks his hair back … Continue reading

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Singles 9/24

The strangled sincerity of “Back For Good” sounded interesting in 1995, but otherwise I don’t care for the travails of Take That, and I’ve had less time for the well-meaning career of Robbie Williams. A great taste in chums and … Continue reading

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No action: Bret Easton Ellis

Bret Easton Ellis – Imperial Bedrooms. A quasi-sequel to Less Than Zero (the “quasi” is part of the not very funny joke with which the novel begins), Ellis shovels more of the same: well-dressed anomie, with intimations of dread to … Continue reading

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