This Turkey Day happens to land on a criminally and perennially underappreciated actor's birthday: Ed Harris. Main course or side dish, first billing or second fiddle, Ed Harris is a truly gifted actor deserving of more recognition. So let's give it to him.
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.
Jack Lemmon, who would have turned 88 this Friday, had a habit of saying to himself before every take: "It's magic time." This may strike some as mildly eccentric, but then for the most part, magic is precisely what he went on to create.
I recall three days traveling the state with McGovern's daughter, (who would later die tragically in the snow), Jon Voight, (times have changed) Candy Bergen, Ben Gazzara and a few others. I have never had so much fun and for all the right reasons.
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.
So often we think of Hollywood kids in unflattering terms: troubled, entitled, squandered potential. This past weekend, however, I was charmed by an interaction between the children of two of Hollywood's greats.
Perhaps this morality tale will cheer up a few folks who are out of work in the big city...things could be worse, you could still be working for some schmuck, dating some jerk, serving the corporate beast.
On the first of this month, Walter Matthau, who left us just a decade ago, would have turned ninety. Ruminating on this unnoted milestone made me consider anew what a unique and gifted screen actor he was.