Inside Llewyn Davis
"Inside Llewyn Davis" is the most satisfyingly diabolical cinematic structure that the Coens have ever contrived, and that's just one reason that I suspect it…
FORT BENNING, GA -- A lot more people sing on the radio about a-goin' way down to Columbus George-ah, than ever actually get around to a-goin' there. Voluntarily, anyway. The first thing you see in the airport is a big sign telling draftees what arrangements have been made for their transportation to the fort.
The headline on the press release describes Peter Collinson as "the man who came from nowhere and is on his way to somewhere."
LONDON - No film in the last 10 years has gotten better reviews in London than Warren Beatty's "Bonnie and Clyde," which opened here last week and in Chicago Friday. Beatty had all the reviews clipped out and stuck in a cardboard folder, which was resting on the coffee table in his room at the Gloucester Hotel. He kept pointing to the folder as if it was an exhibit and this was a trial.
LONDON - So here was David Hemmings, home again, drinking a pint of beer in his neighborhood pub. He lifted his pint from the counter, carried it over to a table in the corner, sat down drank deeply and sighed.
LONDON - All was abustle in the abandoned conservatory of the Duke of Langley's late manorial seat. Two prop men were delicately arranging a chess game between skeletons while a third. high up against one wall, was pulling a hidden wire to make an enormous dragon sit up and look around.
David Steinberg is a wee slip of a lad. So there it is in print. We were eating raspberry sherbet one day, and Steinberg said, "Look, when you do this article, how are you going to start it?"
When the producer is Ross Hunter, you go to him. He greeted his visitor at 10 a.m. last Monday in his suite at the Ambassador East. He was garbed in a blue silk dressing gown with Japanese sleeves, and he apologized, but - well, it was 10 in the morning, you know. His latest film: "Thoroughly Modern Millie."
At first the screen is filled by an enormous bunny tail. Then the camera pulls back to show the Chicago Playboy Club, and there's Hugh Hefner, nodding to his friends and heading for the door.
Who's peeking out from under a stairway, Calling the name that's lighter than air?
"Here's another one," Severn Darden said. He was standing on the other side of the police station reading descriptions of Chicago's most wanted criminals.