I love St. Patrick's Day. It's so inclusive. By that I mean that though it's a bona fide religious holiday, you don't need to be particularly pious to enjoy it. Wishing everyone a safe and (reasonably) responsible holiday, I present my own candidates for the top drinking movies of all time.
Knepper doesn't pull any punches. He's an intense guy with great stories, strong opinions and not a hint of the malevolence many expect from the man who channeled T-Bag with such brutal realism from 2005 to 2009.
The late, great Jack Lemmon's birthday is February 8th which led me back to one of his finest performances -- Days of Wine and Roses. Watch it for the first time or watch it again. Rest in Peace, Jack Lemmon.
Aspiring writers are often encouraged to "write what you know." But when dramatists and screenwriters reach a certain level of success, they sometimes opt to vent their professional frustrations in a creative work that bears an uncanny resemblance to their personal lives.
After the filming of Breakfast at Tiffany's ended, they previewed the movie in San Francisco and a top executive at Paramount barked at the assembled filmmakers, "That f--king song, 'Moon River,' has got to go."
Peter Sellers, best known to the world as the bumbling Inspector Clouseau in the "Pink Panther" series, would have turned 84 this month. Wouldn't life be brighter if this comic genius hadn't left us so soon?