How to Prep for a Halftime Show
A sybaritic slow-burner on demand and an over-manipulative crowd-pleaser from two directors who should know better.
I’m glad PTA won best director, I’m doubly glad Michael B. Jordan won best actor, I wish for lots of reasons that “Sinners” had won best picture but, fine, the movie will last. And other thoughts.
Do the problems of a little golden guy with no visible genitalia amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world?
A farewell to a great documentarian, Oscar short-film predictions, a bit of movie recommending and a bit of ranting, and one super-sized 70's-music playlist.