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Ashley Norwood (left) and Heidi Sullivan at the premiere of AshBash in Boston. I met Heidi Sullivan, the director of AshBash, at a writers’ group on Cape Cod. She is amazingly brilliant, a recovering lawyer educated at Harvard, and oh-so thoughtful in her comments about work presented in the group. I . . . → Read More: AshBash I’m sure I wouldn’t have seen Mirror Mirror if Julia Roberts hadn’t been in it, and I’m sure I wouldn’t have reviewed it if not for the cast, but I’m glad I went. The previews were all of animated movies scheduled to come out over the next few months, and since I seldom . . . → Read More: MIrror, Mirror I loved The Hunger Games. So ashamed. How could I possibly love a movie in which young people kill each other for the pleasure of a TV audience? Don’t think I wasn’t tempted to lie about my love of it. But if Katniss can show her dark side, so can I. I saw . . . → Read More: The Hunger Games I am a Nicholas Sparks fan. I remember when The Notebook first came out and I was listening to the audio version. I drove around my neighborhood for two hours because I couldn’t stop until the end. Two hours. Seriously. I even liked Miley Cyrus in Sparks’ The Last Song, and please . . . → Read More: The Vow I have not been a modern music aficionado since Barry Manilow’s day, when I could have told you all the top ten songs in a given year. I didn’t watch the Grammys until a few years ago, when I started to watch the oldies-but-goldies they brought on to teach the one-hit wonders what longevity . . . → Read More: The Grammys Versus The Academy Awards Martin Scorcese. I feel like we hardly knew ye. I guess I thought you were a cinema thug of sorts. Goodfellas. Gangs of New York. Cape Fear. Shutter Island. While your films have always showed an understanding of the inner workings of your characters’ souls, watching Hugo, one of the finest . . . → Read More: Hugo I remember Margaret Thatcher posing for many a photo with my country’s hero, Ronald Reagan. As a woman at that time, I thought of her as a silent sidekick to the almighty powerful USA, rather than the tough, driven woman to whom I was introduced in The Iron Lady. I was especially put . . . → Read More: The Iron Lady As you know, I’m a student of movie-making, albeit through my own searching—I haven’t taken any college courses. I thought about writing a screenplay until I realized that for me, the storytelling is lost in the rules that dictate how movies are made: Must introduce conflict in each scene; Must introduce the protagonist within . . . → Read More: Reel to Reel Red Tails is not optional. You have to see it for two reasons. First, the studios wouldn’t make it. They felt that an all-black historical story would have no reach overseas, and that its limited reach in the U.S. wouldn’t be worth the effort. George Lucas—bless you, George Lucas—felt compelled to do it anyway, . . . → Read More: Red Tails I swear I’m a smart girl. Really I am. But when the lights came on after Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy had finished, I turned to my Aunt Nancy, who attends movies with me, and I said, “I have no idea what happened in this movie. Do you?” She sighed with relief and said, “No, . . . → Read More: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy |
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