This year, I reached a wonderful point in my life when my daughters’ tutu dance parties in the family room and a few more visits to the gym superseded the necessity to write about movies. I’m good with this. I’m a firm believer in a life that evolves. If anything, time to simply watch a... Continue Reading →
Megalopolis Vomitus
When art is attempted at such a self-possessed level, the only one who “gets it” is the artist. The rest of us lose $24. Filmmaker Michael Cimino’s 1980 passion project, Heaven’s Gate, had United Artists’ backing but lost $37 million to a 219-minute, sybaritic dream turned dustbowl. (RIP Kris Kristofferson.) Kevin Costner’s labor of love, The Postman (1997),... Continue Reading →