An American Saga Set in Kyiv
“Have a drink, Jack.” “Who are you talking to?” It seemed like it was dawning when I heard the voice and struggled to lift my head from the table. It…
Stopping in a gas station at night I have the top up on my 1976 Triumph Spitfire, plying a long, lonely road east through the night, back into Davies territory.…
In which The Ferret proves himself a real cutup We are in the iconic movie theater Kyiv just off Lev Tolstoy Square in downtown central of this ancient capital of…
A breakthrough film others will follow I don’t get (know what I mean) the critics, of which more than a few have panned “Lucy,” a 2014-released science fiction thriller by…
Smith tries to make a Commix writer out of the poet Kowalski Time: Stamped at the bottom of this file Place: Not important When I met Steve Kowalski, he was…
“The Double Life of Veronique” over my Tango Baby I do not know what sense there is in keeping this movie journal or what it can possibly add to The…
Recorded notes only: report broken off What is our freedom? What is the individual self? In our windblown desolation, what is the most precious thing we have that makes us…
One, with a restaurant review, the other, with a movie review There is a sort of grudging acceptance and misery here. Aren’t they funny? They say they’d do it if…