Ever since I was a little girl I've loved celebrating birthdays. Anyone and everyone's. Because birthdays always feel so special. They're about joy and a celebration of life.
The first, obvious and most powerful ironic comparison, especially to those of us in southern California's car culture, is to James Dean.
It's impossible to separate the power of Dean's presence and his extraordinary impact on teenage viewers (like me) from the fact that his two key pictures were made in color and Scope, which was being used for the first time by Elia Kazan (in East of Eden) and Nick Ray.
Voyeurism is a necessary ingredient for all thrillers, but in The Canyons, with all the hoopla about its stars, the project itself begs the question: is this low-budget train wreck a filmic version of reality TV or cinematic verite at its finest? I don't really care.
At 74, his eyes are still exceptionally blue and a little bit mischievous. He sits calmly, listens to a question about how often he is offered roles like the one he plays in Unfinished Song, and smiles.
It is all too apt that James Franco should dedicate, in the metropolis that made gender-bending an art form, his latest multimedia exhibition, Gay Town.
Quartet is harmless, a mild blend of comedy and sentiment, heavy on the sentiment and, unfortunately, far too light on the comedy.
My personal memory of Marilyn, far afield from Eunice Murray's terrible discovery, is splendid and dates back to the mid-1950s when I was barely a teenager and lived in the Belnord, the apartment building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.
I'm not sure why, but no one has been willing or able to speak truth to box-office power, so let me try: Robert Pattinson is a terrible actor.
Evidence of the arrival of America's newest adaptive generation has surfaced in recent research, which is beginning to define how and why this latest Adaptive generation differs from the older Millennial Generation.
You say to yourself, upon watching a Rebel Without a Cause after so many years, this time around with your middle school sons, that there is no better way to convey coolness and compassion.
This week we review albums by Jackie Gleason (with his orchestra), George Harrison, Dexter Gordon, Shakira and other artists.
Marilyn Monroe lives on as the last of an archetype we cling to from our innocent past but is now gone forever -- or until a future generation invents her again.
How meteoric is actor James Franco's art career? This meteoric: mere months after having his first solo gallery show at Berlin 's Peres Projects follo...
When we consider the travails of many young show business personalities, we may wonder, are Hollywood stars and other celebrities more or less healthy than those of yesteryear?
We have lost a national treasure. As a kid, I remember vividly Life magazine's 1972 cover of Elizabeth Taylor turning 40, and glimpsing what glamor really meant.