Gene Hackman, The Bone Marrow of American Artistry
Once upon a time when I was sixteen I had the great good fortune to be driving my father's car when the alternator died (making it, at least initially, my…
Once upon a time when I was sixteen I had the great good fortune to be driving my father's car when the alternator died (making it, at least initially, my…
Wow, it's sad to look back and see the sheer number of all-times greats we watched depart our planet this year. Of course, these losses are invariably mitigated by the…
Boy does it hurt to admit William Friedkin was mortal after all. It didn't seem like he'd ever die; he was so demonstrably in love with life, his art, and…