
A New York Winter’s Tale (aka Winter’s Tale) review: cold in the city
A leaden, charmless movie that is unable to commit to its own fantasy. So implausible that even Colin Farrell’s own Irish accent sounds fake.

A leaden, charmless movie that is unable to commit to its own fantasy. So implausible that even Colin Farrell’s own Irish accent sounds fake.

Hide the speculative stuff! Don’t call it science fiction or fantasy! It’s “magic realism.” It’s literary.
I’m heading off to Stratford-upon-Avon again for a reprise of the trip I took this same time last year. I leave on Tuesday night, arrive Wednesday morning, and return back to New York on Sunday, October 4. Last year’s trip was such a blast that my travel buddy Bonnie and I decided to do it … more…
Take a break from work: watch a trailer… Oooo, sexy: flirting over a chessboard. Looks like a pretty luscious love story. No wonder Victoria put the whole country into mourning for half a century when Albert died… Interesting choice, Emily Blunt for the lead. She’s so funny and so spritely — that’s not exactly what … more…
obsession: the plays of William Shakespeare (cuz he never goes out of style) boyfriend: Peter Davison in The Last Detective at the moment (but pretty much forever in anything) psyched: absolutely nothing (the next month or so is a movie wasteland) dreading: Knowing (see above about cinematic wastelands) enemy: everyone responsible for Fired Up! (for … more…