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July 22, 1990 | Peter Rainer
This is one of the most enjoyable nespaper films ever made, maybe because the writer-director Richard Brooks used to be a newspaperman. Humphrey Bogart (picuted) is a beleaguered but scrupulous editor and Ethel Barrymore is his publisher. The rapport between these two should have kept Lauren Bacall awake nights.
October 13, 1988 | Al Martinez
It was a party meant for L.A. on a night as sweet as hot buttered rum. There were actors and writers and television producers and writing students and writing teachers and God knows what else, gathered to honor another writer, this one dead. I'm talking about Raymond Chandler, of course, creator of the private eye Philip Marlowe. This is the year of his resurrection.
August 30, 1987 | RICK SHERWOOD
I'm not sure, but I think I love Hollywood. Not today's Hollywood, where films are made on location, stars are made in executive suites and drug deals are made at the corner of Sunset and Vine. The old one, the one where back lots were truly out back, starlets were truly budding, publicists were truly press agents (how ya doin') and parties were truly fun. I'm hesitant to admit it, but that's also why I'm a Sean Penn fan. To me, he is what Hollywood used to be.
August 3, 1986 | BEVIS HILLIER
It was a rare day of gray skies at Venice Beach. Beside the Boardwalk, a man was giving a virtuoso performance of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" on wine glasses filled with varying amounts of water. As his moistened hands slid over the rims, he cast an anxious glance upward; even a light drizzle would destroy his fine-tuning. Skateboarders whizzed up a ramp toward the lowering clouds. Roller skaters serpented down a slalom course.
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