No – it’s not the name of a rare noir that you somehow overlooked. It’s that rare phenomenon – a film noir with an unsatisfying – dare we say, “cop-out” – ending. 876 more words
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Bill: I didn’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be alone now. If we go back, if we stick together, if we face it.
One of our last living cinema legends from Hollywood’s Golden Age, Joan Fontaine, celebrates her 94th birthday on October 22, 2011!
Born Joan de Beauvoir de Havilland in Tokyo, Japan, Fontaine is the baby sister of actress Olivia de Havilland, and enjoyed a screen career that spanned seven decades and included two Academy Awards. 862 more words
Great stuff, this vodka. It gets you drunk, did you know that? Brilliant.
I had recourse to the bottle, left behind by visiting thespians, since Fiona was getting her roots done with our friend Nicola (officially deemed “too disturbing for Channel 4″) and while they were assailing each others’ hair with “colourants” I thought I’d distract myself with what turned out to be a vodka-fuelled triple-bill of MR. 797 more words
I’ve got an alternating thing going on with my reading at the moment — first I read one of Derek Raymond’s frazzled pulp nasties featuring his nameless police sergeant investigating horrific cases for department A14, Unexplained Deaths, the crappiest, least respected division of London’s Metropolitan Police (“the Met”) — 735 more words