I want to make a movie at the Buck Institute. How about a remake of ‘The Time Machine’? Old people go back in time to get a transfusion of Ambrosia, or, is that into the future?
My ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen, lived in Marin County for six years or so. She was married to Thomas Pynchon.
The only vice inherent in Paul Thomas Anderson’s “Inherent Vice” is the 148-minute running time taken from your life with no hope of ever recovering the lost time.
I know, I know, the web site Rotten Tomatoes is filled with critical praises for this misbegotten film — a cool 73% favorable as I write these words. So how can that be?
Explaining the critical swoon over movies by a filmmaker his buddy-critics like to refer to as PTA is something I can’t manage. While acknowledging a certain dramatic flair and a keen sense of time and place in films such as “Magnolia” and “Boogie Nights,” his increasingly pretentious, if not portentous, oeuvre has since those earlier films left me cold.
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