Heaven Is for Real
Faith-based film tries reaching past its audience, but falls back on preaching to its own choir way too much.
On the sidewalk in front of the Ivanhoe Theatre, the watchers were watching the watchers watched. There were six television cameras and the lights and announcers to attend to them, a couple of dozen newspaper reporters, and a large quantity of adolescent girls and neighborhood ladies. There were no police lines to separate these people into the professionally and the merely curious, and so they seeped back and forth through each other like the tide, first the cameramen and then the neighborhood ladies being thrown up upon the curb.
It will happen like this. A nurse will lead M clown an antiseptic corridor to a door without a number. She will open the door and step back to reveal a darkened room. M, peering into the gloom, will discover a figure swathed in bandages and sitting in a wheelchair.
The first thing after the lights went out was this little pudding-faced girl on the screen, jammed into a subway crowd, trying to buy her ticket and get through the gates and onto the train.
Dick Van Dyke's new film is titled "Divorce American Style," and he can't get over it.
Robert Morley opened the door and stood inside, beaming and nodding and making desperate gestures with his right hand, which held a large pocket-handkerchief.
To begin with there was a little girl out in the hallway with long black hair and white bell-bottom trousers. She was sitting on a bench by the elevator, looking across the hallway into a mirror, which showed her sitting on a bench by the elevator.
HOLLYWOOD - "The mustard! Watch the blasted mustard!"
"One of the times I remember best," Bob Hope said, "was the night they changed the script on Humphrey Bogart.
The way it happened that he came to Chicago, Alan Arkin said, was that after he quit singing with the Tarriers he fooled around in New York for awhile, a few acting jobs and a few office jobs that mostly fell through because he couldn't stand working in an office, and then he went out to St. Louis to work with an improvisational group.
Bruce Trinz died in Philadelphia on July 7, 2011. He was 93.