Brighton Rock (review)
Call this a thriller of emotional suspense, and one that’s wickedly unsettling, in which we’re never sure who’s feeling what, or why, or to what extremes they’re capable of going.
Call this a thriller of emotional suspense, and one that’s wickedly unsettling, in which we’re never sure who’s feeling what, or why, or to what extremes they’re capable of going.
Plus: the deaths of Stephen J. Cannell, Sally Menke, Gloria Stuart, and Tony Curtis; Armond White is at it again (and so are his adversaries); Chris Noth thinks critics killed Sex and the City; and on and on…
Thank Jimmy Choo for feminism! Am I right, ladies? I mean, not the nasty hairy feminism that’s all about equal pay and publicly subsidized day care and all that nonsense…