“What’s going on, Fejod?” He asked the top of Fejod’s head. It was a dumb question, but it would’ve been dumber if he’s asked someone named Bill the question.
An editor from Salt Lake City magazine was on the line, wanting to send me to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, for five days, everything paid and nothing due in return.
A subgenre of films has popped up recently, trading on our knowledge of movie conventions and genre clichés, but even that subgenre’s starting to grow stale.
This column is devoted to cheap record buys. I figured I’d inflict my garage sale and thrift store vinyl buys on you folk by reviewing the best of the bunch.
A powerful film and historical drama. For those who watch Dave Letterman and The Daily Show for our news, we need films like this, Casino, and Rage in Harlem.