To suggest that movies are voyeuristic is like calling Ronald Reagan a Republican. I’m no fan of film-student idol David…
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Regarding media criticism and commentary, you’ll never have to stand in line for your ration of condescension, snobbery, ignorance, fatuity,…
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Having a fancy title at an elite film school, and also a reputation for providing nifty sound bites, during my…
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At USC Film School during the ‘60s—and perhaps even more at UCLA—student films generally shied away from ‘narrative.’ That is…
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From time to time I have mentioned that my father was a musician. Dad was an acoustic, stand-up bass player…
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Thanks to historical and cultural protocols, there are certain words that are difficult to pronounce in public without provoking discomfort.…
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“There isn’t any grandeur anymore.” This was the mantra of John Milius, perhaps the best known among my classmates at…
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My late and beloved Auntie Anne, single her whole life, lived in a sprawling rent-controlled 14th-floor apartment in Manhattan’s Chelsea…
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I first came to California in August of 1966 for what I thought would be a three week visit. Instead…
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Am I allowed to write a movie (or book or article) about you without your permission? Unequivocally and without hesitation…
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