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February 5, 2012 |
"Is this really happening?" Nicholas McCarthy asked as he stepped carefully along an icy sidewalk toward the theater. An evening full of red carpets and party people was fading. It was almost midnight on the first Friday at the Sundance Film Festival. His moment had come at last. After more than a decade of pursuing his Hollywood dream, McCarthy, 41, was on his way to the premiere of his first feature film, "The Pact. " His wife, Alexandra, walked beside him. He held her hand. FULL COVERAGE: Chasing the dream A year ago, an 11-minute version of "The Pact" played at Sundance.
December 17, 2009 |
The American Cinematheque's Egyptian and Aero theaters are getting in the yuletide spirit this week with some venerable holiday movies and TV specials. Kicking off the festivities at the Egyptian this evening are the 1955 comedy "We're No Angels," starring Humphrey Bogart, Aldo Ray and Peter Ustinov, and John Ford's sentimental 1948 western , "3 Godfathers," starring John Wayne, Pedro Armendariz and Harry Carey Jr. Two treasured musicals, 1954's "White Christmas" and 1944's "Meet Me in St. Louis " screen Friday at the theater.
August 25, 2005 |
THE Los Angeles Film Critics Assn. and the American Cinematheque have joined forces to present "The Films That Got Away," composed of nine movies that reviewers caught at previews or festivals but that either never received distribution or were not properly promoted. Not surprisingly, the selection is venturesome, at times demanding, but largely worth the effort. The series runs through Sunday at the Egyptian and Saturday and Sunday at the Aero with discussions after some screenings.
May 16, 2003 |
Driving around with strangers = bad. Being popular = good. Planning party games = good. Having a beer with friends = bad. Saying "no" to "petting" = good. Living outside the United States = bad. Welcome to the black-and-white world of "mental hygiene" films, a staple of high school classrooms from 1945 to 1970.
July 11, 1999 |
A pair of serpents coil around a gold disc, ready to strike from above the stage. Mounted eagles stare from jet-black eyes. Massive busts of goddesses watch regally over patrons. If archeologists in the third millennium were to stumble on the ruins of this magnificent site at the unlikely intersection of Hollywood and Sunset boulevards and mistake it for a long-lost tomb of Ramses, who could blame them?
December 19, 1998
I was saddened and aggravated by Paul Brownfield's story about the comedy shows at Hollywood's Killer Burger ("No Celebs, No Scouts, No Problem," Dec. 17). The writer describes the beloved neighborhood that surrounds this establishment as "seedy" and a place where you won't be able to "leave your Range Rover with the valet. . . ." Why is there an assumption that all readers of The Times drive SUVs, require valet service and are afraid of areas as benign as central Hollywood? After all, the beautifully renovated Egyptian Theater is less than a block from this spot.