Not exactly fireworks but definitely a lot of sparkle. With the exception of some unanswered questions it generates during the film, I thought Sparkle was pretty good.
In a time when mainstream Hollywood seemed to make nothing other than franchises and fantasy tentpoles, Tony Scott continued churning out high-quality star-driven genre fare for adults. He is gone now, but his unexpectedly important legacy is not forgotten.
My blind date with David Rakoff was the best of my life. We became pals and co-conspirators in the cancer club.
Even though I hadn't seen Marvin for half a decade, he taught me the most important lessons an artist can learn: Give people what they want in a way you want to give it to them when they want it and don't spend forever making it "perfect."
It's painful to think about a loved one's eventual passing, but it's important to make the arrangements sooner rather than later.
I don't know why Nora took an interest in me. I like to think that maybe she saw her younger self in me.
Hollie Stevens, best known as "The Queen of Clown Porn," died on Tuesday, July 3, 2012 in San Francisco. She fell asleep peacefully while holding the hand of her husband, comedian and artist, Eric Cash.
We might say of LeRoy Neiman what they say about the Rocky Mountains: He was so big, so grand, so unpredictable that he made his own weather.
An ending to the ugliest of divorce battles combined with a tragic cancer tale.
What do you call a beloved boy named Billy, an impish, hardy, scrappy boy's boy who was orphaned but grew up to be gracious? Whose resilient odds-defiance shined brightly through his charm, persistence and his resourcefulness? I call him Grandpa.
While Michael Riva is known primarily for designing multiple iterations of big Hollywood spectacles, he found artistry in everything around him and everything he did was filled with artistry. There still is a hole in my heart and I will miss him terribly.
Thank you for the music, Doc. For putting so much goodness into each song you sang. For all the performances you gave, and the hearts you touched with your voice and your guitar. For all the records you made, and all the painstaking care you took to make them.
Let's not remember Mary for her despair, but let's take inspiration from her determination to heal the woundedness in herself and in those she loved.
My bruised feelings notwithstanding, I suppose the Post reporter did us a favor. In just a few sentences she summed up my mother's life in a way that made the paper. And yet burying my mother's real identity for the sake of a few inches of type, continued to gnaw at me.
In five, ten, twenty years no sane person in America will be against gay marriage, and remembering that you were will feel as shameful as having recently been in favor of segregation.
It sure seems like a whole lot of the most special people in my life are leaving this life. I guess that happens as one gets older, and I honestly can...