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Retrospect: Check out Shearing’s collaborations with Mel Torme, or my favorite, The Swingin’s Mutual, the 1960 stunner with Nancy Wilson. Retrospect: The Producers, yeah, sure, but don’t forget Mars in Woody Allen’s Radio Days and Shadows and Fog–and what a crackup in What’s Up Doc?. A nonpareil in movie musicals until the Hollywood Blacklist killed…
Continue readingEllen Stewart with playwright Robert Patrick Margaret Whiting David Nelson
Continue readingOne of cinema’s great character faces. Last seen in Ben Affleck’s The Town; Oscar nominated for playing Daniel Day-Lewis’s father (note the odd resemblance) in 1993’s In The Name of the Father. RIP.
Continue readingCasa Malaparte… …and the TKTS booth in Times Square
Continue readingPublished in Attitude: The Dancer’s Magazine, Winter 2011 2010 ends as the country strives to dig itself out of snowstorms that clobbered both the Eastern and Western regions of our nation. The weather feels an apt metaphor for a multiplicity of woes beyond airport delays and unplowed streets—think, for instance, of the snow job visited…
Continue readingOn the set of The Days of Wine and Roses in 1962. R.I.P.
Continue readingThere’s a hole in the world. Or, to spin it like my yoga teacher, nothing’s broken, it’s neither right or wrong: things are just out of…balance. The GOP is gaining again, ironically invoking their nauseous less-government mantra as they fight like dogs to give the rich a tax pass and legislate morality re: telling me…
Continue reading(Penn, right, directing Gene Hackman in Night Moves) Goodbye to the great Arthur Penn–cinephiles should honor him by taking a second look at some of his notable works (try your local library). Some favorites: The Miracle Worker Bonnie and Clyde Little Big Man Night Moves The Chase
Continue readingStuart, top, in The Invisible; Fisher, bottom, flanked by Elizabeth Taylor and Debbie Reynolds in what could be called the triangle of the century.
Continue readingAbove, Gould in Woody Allen’s Love and Death (1975). RIP
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