How Atomwaffen wants to make Helter Skelter real.
It is Academy Awards time Sunday night, so naturally my non-Trump thoughts are focused on the silver screen. This year’s
Frank Galvin (Paul Newman) is a man who has given up. A once-promising honors graduate of Boston College Law School, partner in one of the city's most prestigious firms (not to mention married to the daughter of the firm's founder), Galvin discovered too late that he had the biggest Achilles Heel an attorney can be cursed with: a conscience.
I love St. Patrick's Day. It's so inclusive. By that I mean that though it's a bona fide religious holiday, you don't need to be particularly pious to enjoy it. Wishing everyone a safe and (reasonably) responsible holiday, I present my own candidates for the top drinking movies of all time.
She sang her heart out with peerless ringing tones and mixed with the ensemble as if she had often performed with them. At the conclusion, she received a standing ovation which lasted for all of five minutes from the normally jaded audience. A triumph, indeed.
This was Mad Men's Mt. Everest moment. The quality of the acting and writing, the show's deep substance and the unparalleled directing savvy pushed the ensemble to a new high.
With the always raucous, spirited celebration of St. Patrick's Day on the near horizon here in New York City, my thoughts turn to the powerful mystique of Ireland, and the many outstanding films that reflect it.
Peter Sellers, best known to the world as the bumbling Inspector Clouseau in the "Pink Panther" series, would have turned 84 this month. Wouldn't life be brighter if this comic genius hadn't left us so soon?
The evidence of Cary Grant's prodigious talent is always here, right in front of us, if we choose to look.