the passionate moviegoer

Perhaps I'm a cynic but only a precious few sad films manipulate me. I'm too aware of the mechanations to be reduced to tears. But ...

Ah, Gene Kelly.  That dancing representative of the American Work Ethos - accessible leading man, choreographer extraordinaire, creative g...

Jack Lemmon and I used to engage in friendly debates about the merits of Blake Edwards' "Days of Wine and Roses" (1962), a fi...

Yesterday's death of  Sid Caesar brought back a vivid memory of seeing Stanley Kramer's "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World...

Andrews and Bates in an acting duet I've met Julie Andrews only once - for an interview session at the 1986 Toronto Film Festival (aka...