In those rare moments when the real pierces the illusions of Oscar Night, I grip the arm of my sofa, waiting for hidden burner rockets…
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Just three years shy of his 100th birthday, Oscar hoisted himself off his slab to stand at attention one more time this Sunday evening at…
Even frivolous fictional characters have found a convenient whipping boy in the youngest son of J. S. Bach. The late, lamented Dr. Peter Schickele’s send-up…
At last, the Super Bowl made it to Paradise. There, a glittering being appeared, ethereal, ever-loving. She could sing like an Angel because she was…
Few if any moviegoers will stray into The Zone of Interest thinking it’s a biopic about Fed Chairman Jerome Powell and his tight-fisted monetary policy.…
The night that word came through that Usher would be headlining the Super Bowl halftime show this year, you had a dream that you were…
Louis Armstrong’s trumpet sighs and pleads in counterpoint with the airport announcements. The melody is barely audible but still unmistakable above the thunderous whisper of…
Bainbridge Island, Washington. It was 1973. I was eight years old and Hollywood was into disaster movies. Somehow, I fibbed my way with a friend…
The essential trait shared by creators of movies and symphonies is vanity. Neither form of expression would exist without the unshakeable belief of the director…