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Tag Archives: Running on Empty
Sidney Lumet: Excerpts from Making Movies
It’s Sidney Lumet’s birthday. Here are many excerpts from his classic and invaluable film-making handbook Making Movies: In Murder on the Orient Express, I wanted Ingrid Bergman to play the Russian Princess Dragomiroff. She wanted to play the retarded Swedish … Continue reading
Posted in Actors, Books, Directors, Movies, On This Day
Tagged Al Pacino, Dean Stockwell, Dog Day Afternoon, Faye Dunaway, Ingrid Bergman, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Long Day's Journey Into Night, Marlon Brando, Network, Paul Newman, River Phoenix, Robert De Niro, Running on Empty, Sidney Lumet, William Holden
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Identity, Lies, Music, and Love: A Conversation about Running on Empty for Bright Wall Dark Room
Chad Perman and I recently had an in-depth discussion about Sidney Lumet’s Running on Empty (an all-time favorite of mine, perpetually hovering around the ever-shifting Top 5) for the new issue of Bright Wall Dark Room (the theme of the … Continue reading
End of Summer Movie Quiz: My Answers
Dennis Cozzalio presents: Dr. Smithâs Lost in the Space at the End of Summer Movie Quiz. I live for his seasonal quizzes! I have answered (in my typical fashion) with images and Youtube clips rather than just words. It’s been … Continue reading
Posted in Movies
Tagged All That Jazz, Bob Fosse, Cyd Charisse, Dana Andrews, Eminem, Ewan McGregor, Howard Hawks, Jim Carrey, Joan Crawford, John Travolta, Lance Kerwin, Leo McCarey, Liza Minnelli, Maggie Cheung, Marlene Dietrich, Nicole Kidman, Oliver, Only Angels Have Wings, Paul Thomas Anderson, Ralph Macchio, Rita Hayworth, Running on Empty, Saturday Night Fever, Sidney Lumet, Strait Jacket, The Darjeeling Limited, The Double Life of Veronique, Wes Anderson, Zodiac
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Sidney Lumet: Working With the Writer
Excerpt from Making Movies: Sidney Lumet: What do I owe the writer? A thorough investigation and then a committed execution of his intentions. What does the writer owe me? The selflessness that Frank Pierson showed on Dog Day Afternoon or … Continue reading