Peckerwood Manor

Do you love movies like I love movies? I've been entranced with them since I was a child, and while I've grown older (ish), I've not grown cynical about their sometimes transformative powers. No, really. I still eagerly hope for the best when the lights dim and the audience's chatter subsides.  My heart is broken at regular intervals, of course, by lukewarm whiffs or outright duds, but sometimes, when every element clicks - director, script, actor - I'm all but blissed out. As Pauline Kael once noted, movies are the greatest art form because they encompass all art forms, and also, I would add, because their combination of the visual arts with movement is so seductive, creating a trance-like reverie. The best directors know this.  I try to see everything of even faint interest in a movie theatre with the biggest screen I can locate, and I hope you do, too, because if it's a good movie, rest assured, you'll won't see it on screen ever again.  Gone are the ...

Welcome, fellow trollops, to the latest edition of "Who's This Week's Thirstiest Ho?" Today's trio are drier than OJ's crusty prostrate, so they need all the moisture they can get. First up, let's talk about Matthew Perry, who's still dead, by the way, and still making headlines, which relatively young, famed, has-been drug addicts from your fledgling years are wont to do upon their demise. When Matthew kicked it, a large chunk of Gen X felt their mortality and obsessively played and re-played the "Friends" episode where he delivers the laugh line, "I guess I'll be the one who dies first!" It was hilarious at the time. Oh, so long ago. Misty, watercolored memories. If you're a little younger, he's that guy on that show without cellphones that you binged repeatedly on Netflix, playing it in the background while you texted and played Pokemon Unite, until it was yanked and put on Max which you refuse to subscribe to but wat...