1977 is a year I’ve almost completely wiped from my memory. August was an especially intense month. Groucho Marx died on August 22nd. Sebastian Cabot died on August 19th. But the most memorable day in August of 1977 was the 16th:…
Putting spoiler space here because this is a brand-new movie and I don’t want to give anything away to anyone who hasn’t seen it.
I wanted to see this when it came out at the theaters and missed it. Then I kept planning on watching it when it came On Demand and for some reason I got it in my head that it was…
My father was born in 1935 and my mother in 1946. Both of them would tell me stories about McCarthyism when I was growing up. My mother’s stories mostly came from what her parents told her but my father has…