This is a movie of confrontations, of dreamlike moments dissolving into micro nightmares, but it is hardly a conventional battle of the sexes story.
One of the chapters in my memoir is devoted to Billy Baxter, a friend of a lifetime. Some readers think the story is too good to be true. Not so. Billy is a great original. A performance artist. His son Jack, a filmmaker, made this video which honors the legend. Billy is still thriving not far from Broadway ("his umbilical," I called the street) and when he recently got a pacemaker every doctor and nurse in the hospital got a silver dollar.
Stop watching movies made by assholes. It'll be OK.
A look at the work of John Williams outside of his greatest hits.
The RogerEbert.com picks for the ten best films of 2017.
The lists of best films of 2017.