Thomson on Films: Cliff Robertson and the Sordid Ways of Old Hollywood
September 15, 2011
Cliff Robertson died the other day. He was 88, and I suppose he was what is called an establishment figure. Long ago he had won an Oscar for his performance in Charly (1968) about a retarded man who is given an experimental drug that lets him find genius (and his doctor, Claire Bloom) but then slips back to being a fool, and he was perfectly OK in the film if you can manage to sit through it now, in which case you may surmise that nearly any actor in that begging role might have won the Oscar.
Hopefully He Still Has Larry Flynt
January 05, 2010
Once you’ve reached the point where Hugh Hefner can’t stomach your tomcatting, you’ve got a real problem. From Vanity Fair’s profile of Tiger Woods: Even Hugh Hefner publicly disapproved of Woods’s behavior, decrying not that he had sex with other women but that he tried to lie and cheat his way through his liaisons without manning up to the fact that the marriage wasn’t working.
Tiger Woods Commentary Reaches a New Low
December 08, 2009
Ramesh Ponnuru linked to Eugene Robinson's column today, which begins in this deadly manner: Leave Tiger alone. Enough with the puns -- we get that he's really just a "cheetah" in disguise. Enough with the Barbie-of-the-Day revelations -- we get that he's attracted to a certain type. Enough with the whole thing -- we have far more important things to worry about. Yeah, right.
The Day the Music Died
January 27, 1979
A few months back I sat down to watch a three-hour television special consisting of films from two of Elvis Presley's last concerts. I meant to watch the entire show, but after half an hour I had to turn it off. It was no pretty sight. The face was fat and dull-eyed, the body practically immobile, the voice mechanical. Take away the once-scandalous gyrations and the inimitable voice, and what was there? Elvis never wrote anything to speak of, never contributed any real innovations after his burst on the musical scene.