Did Louis C.K. look too fat to die?
Add to that he’s dying of lung cancer for years, yet he stays fat.
If he’d been struck by lightning, he’d have an excuse to stay fat.
[...] with a lingering, wasting illness over the course of years ... it was surprising to see Louis C.K., supposedly on his deathbed, looking no sicker than a guy who’d eaten everything in sight and was now waiting for the Alka-Seltzer to kick in.
Dear Mr. LaSalle: I would like for you to recommend a representative film from each of the following directors for my cinematic education:
Dear Dr. Duhn: I’d go with “The Skin I Live In” for Almodovar, “Vivre Sa Vie” (“My Life to Live”) for Godard, “La Dolce Vita” for Fellini, “Day for Night” for Truffaut, “The Conformist” for Bertolucci, “Belle de Jour” for Bunuel, “Le Bonheur” for Varda, and “Nenette and Boni” for Denis.
Dear Mick: I have seen you twice at plays and conclude that you love live theater and film.
How is your life enriched by your experience of both media and how does this influence your role as film reviewer?
Some people find theater more rewarding because it’s happening in that exact moment.
[...] it’s best to see a play before it’s made into a movie; otherwise, you can easily mistake acting and directorial mistakes for writing problems.
[...] as far as how great art enriches our lives, that kind of thing can’t be quantified.
Dear Mick: I get the impression you would rather see a film with a female main character than a male.
[...] yes, all things being equal, I’d rather watch a movie with a female lead than a male lead.
Rebuilding an engine on the front lawn?