Watching it is like finding money in the pocket of a coat that you haven’t worn in years.
Members of the RogerEbert.com film community remember the late Haskell Wexler.
I've revealed many personal details here, but the other day I discovered something I didn't much want to share. I am shrinking. During a routine test of my bone density, a nurse backed me up against a wall and used a built-in device to measure me.
"Five feet, five and a half inches," she said. If this was true, I had lost two and a half inches.
It could not be true, I reasoned. I must not have been standing up straight. My shoulders and back were damaged during surgery, and it's harder for me to do the ramrod routine. My head tends to lean forward. And so on and so forth.
Okay, so let's say I only lost two inches.