“How’s your cat?” “How’s your girl?”
We saw Altman’s The Long Goodbye last night at Film Forum. Pure fun, and as Tom said, certainly the most narrative of all the Altman films we’ve seen though admittedly not for the squeamish. Elliott Gould’s acting is just delicious, natural, and so funny.
(Plebian confession: besides M.A.S.H., my only reference point for Gould was as Ross and Monica’s father from FRIENDS.)
Three books came from Amazon for me today: What the Dead Know (I read about it in the NY Times Book Review and it just sounds fascinating), In Cold Blood, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The last book had a ripped cover so I sent it back, but I’m very much looking forward to reading the other two. I haven’t really read a book straight through in a couple of months. Too scatterbrained.
I have, however, read the New Yorker, most recently two articles that bear mention:
1. John Lahr’s profile of David Morgan, illuminating a guy who’s definitely had a good year (he wrote The Queen, The Last King of Scotland, and Frost/Nixon, the play currently on Broadway that Ron Howard will be making into a film). The article isn’t online fully, but if you like Morgan’s work it’s worth picking up the April 30 issue.
2. A profile of screen siren Barbara Stanwyck, written by my beloved Anthony Lane, who clearly harbors much affection for his subject.
Happy Friday. Stay dry.
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