It's fun to look back at the early days of some of our biggest names in film and television to see just how "green" they were before they got their sea legs and went on to become, well, great actors and big stars.
In other words: It makes no sense to try to break down the specific plot points of either film. But, strangely, a major plot point of That's My Boy did get me to pondering one question: If you were named Han Solo, would you change it? Sadly, I've put way too much thought into this over the weekend and the answer is complicated.
Now that Don is back, he appears determined to make SCDP succeed
The ultimate relevance of Blade Runner lies in its challenge of what it must mean to be human. It raises the eternal gnawing doubt as to our own humanity or lack of it.
Okay? Let's see. Hmm. Oh, Ryan Gosling. I think he's also taken. Doesn't mean he can't take me out for Valentine's Day. Oh and then there's my first love: Han Solo.
Cowboys and Aliens is a mess on so many levels: improbable casting, ridiculous wardrobe choices, plot (see below), rampant kumbaya-ism, lame homages, and a screenplay only a screenwriter's mother could like.
This weekend is an excellent example of why it's the numbers, not the rankings that matter when discussing box office. And, more importantly, the context of the numbers must be taken into account as well as the hard figures.
The big story this week was the horrible terror attack in Norway. But some late night shows focused on happier things, like the looming debt ceiling deadline.
I got to live in exotic places, mix with various cultures, learn how others lived (and thought). All that "internationalizing," as my father called it, would help me later as a foreign correspondent reporting from various parts of the world.
Who among us doesn't long for adventure, fortune and glory? Alongside your new BFF Indiana Jones, at this exhibit you'll experience the real stories behind relics like the Holy Grail and decipher ancient scripts.
Many previously flush donors have been forced to cut back on their generosity. Asking the remaining contributors to dig deeper is not the answer in most cases. What's a nonprofit to do?
Baabaazuzu, a wildly creative design shop in Lake Leelanau, Michigan, handcrafts vests, sweaters, scarfs, gloves and purses out of recycled wool sweaters and blankets.
Reserve a seat at one of Sant Ambroeus' candle lit tables and you might catch the likes of Bono, Lenny Kravitz, Harrison Ford or Matt Dillon, all of whom I have seen many times dining there.
Look, I know the cost of a Super Bowl ad is ridiculous, and promotional budgets for books aren't exactly what you'd call big. But at some point, don't you have to take a risk?