High Noon

When in despair with the fortune of our country, I began reading High Noon: The Hollywood Blacklist and the Making of an
It's easy to look at history, whether recent or in previous centuries, to question a lack of action on the part of individuals and nations. It's more difficult to want to see things in the present.
On November 28, 2015, my spouse and I went to see Trumbo, which is based upon the life of Dalton Trumbo and how it was impacted during one of the most shameful times in U.S. history -- the McCarthy era. The film interested me because of many comparable similarities today and because the father of close childhood friends of mine had been included on the Hollywood-blacklist.
Movies are magical. The good ones hold you captive in a great story, to a different time and place, and then bring you back home. In two hours, they leave you changed, having learned new things and lived a different life.
This year while I waited to hear who would be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, a Nathan's hot dog sizzled in my frying pan, its spicy Coney Island smell making my mouth water as the names were announced. When it was over, I was so heartbroken I lost my appetite.
Some may like it hot, but on a recent visit to Djibouti, one of the hottest places on earth, it was sheer boredom that drove me out into the searing noonday heat. I just got fed up with sticking in the delightfully air-conditioned micro-climate of my hotel.
This past weekend, The White House hosted Pixar's filmmakers for a Father's Day screening of Monster's University. The White House movie theater has been the cinema-in-chief to Presidents for the last 70 years. If those walls could talk.
Sometimes, all you want is a knock-down, guns-blazing approximation of an old-style western, even if it's set in contemporary times. As a modern oater, The Last Stand is shamelessly entertaining.
Her ascendancy from Grace Kelly to Her Serene Highness, Princess Grace Of Monaco was the stuff of storybooks (and a newspaper editor's dream) in 1956, yet without the "happily ever after" part.
While comedies are certainly well represented on this list (reminder to Hollywood: they do lend themselves to brevity), you'll also find dramas, westerns, war films, horror and suspense. A smorgasbord!
It's a good thing that, when push comes to shove, we're really not rugged individualists. I'm thinking that it's almost time for us to accept who we are.
You can get mad. You can get sad. You can get even. Or, like Clif Militello, you can do all three. By writing a book. Of fiction (wink, wink).
"That's a bit silly to say," Branagh says. "The assumption there is that a comic-book movie is shallower. Or that it's somehow
Visually, Gore Verbinski's Rango is so stunning and clever that you can almost forgive it for the fact that, really, it's just not very funny. Almost.
When Hitchcock cast Grace Kelly in 1954's Dial M For Murder, he quickly knew he'd found his ideal female muse: an impossibly beautiful blonde who could convey ice on the surface while exuding fire underneath.
With the intertwined shirts from Brokeback Mountain holding fast on its walls, Museum of the American West has opened up a line of progressive, informative, bigot-fumigatin' dialogue.
2005 -- for Best Picture, give me Capote over Crash any ol' time. Another uninspiring year, I thought.
I agree with my friend. So what if you're a congressman or senator and you'd like to actually begin contributing to a solution