I have been a police reporter for 15 years, and a film reporter for another decade. So I feel comfortable committing the following double heresy: All the President’s Men is a lousy movie. As a book, it’s poetry. As a story, it’s the gold standard for every aspiring reporter. But, strictly from an entertainment …
Perhaps because I’ve felt as if I’ve finished a couple, but my eyes have been drawn to marathons of late. Maybe it’s that irritating commercial from Marathon Oil, whose new jingle implores you to “put a tankful of freedom” in your guzzler. (Does that make the Prius the official vehicle of the Socialist Marxist Party?). …
The Hollywood Bowles 