Any successful system of rehabilitation requires multiple components, ranging from mental health and drug treatment to education and skills training. One aspect that may not be initially obvious, however, is the power of art and theater.
Give me a film to learn my history, politics and geography any day, over news bulletins, newspapers and professors. I'll admit with pride that I've learned about everything worth knowing from filmmakers.
When I saw the trailer for Thanks For Sharing, I wrote it off as a fluffy ensemble rom-com questionably based in the world of sex addicts in recovery. But I'm happy to admit that I had this movie totally wrong.
The director, Tim Robbins, taller even than Demetrius, did not do any tumbling, but is surely a magician, and I've never seen a happier smile on any host. It was the smile of an artist who feels the glow of a splendid work. No greater pleasure.
Last night at the Actors' Gang theater in Los Angeles, we were asked by the house manager NOT to write reviews of A Midsummer Night's Dream, directed by Tim Robbins, because it was not their final production.
I studied box scores as kid and wanted to play short for the Mets. My career path went a different way, but I quickly learned what it meant to be a closeted sports fan; Hollywood is one of the few industries where it's cooler to be gay than into hockey.
In a development that ended up defying the odds, the 7,000-word essay "The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved" and its author, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, wound up inventing an entirely new type of journalism.