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My review of a new documentary about Hollywood and Broadway star Rita Moreno who, at 89, looks back on her struggles, her successes, and her Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony award-winning career.
Here’s why I was surprised to see Jon Stewart go off on a rant about the origins of COVID-19, in which he sounded just like the kind of TV personalities he used to mock on “The Daily Show.”
I hadn’t had my height measured for decades, but it’s happened twice in the last month at two different medical places. And the results didn’t match. They apparently caught me during morphing season.
If you enjoy it when I blast a really bad movie, read my review of “12 Mighty Orphans,” which doesn’t miss a single underdog sports cliché and will be on my Worst Movies Of 2021 list.
My review of a sequel to the 2017 movie starring Samuel L. Jackson, Ryan Reynolds, and Salma Hayek, in which the plot doesn’t matter one bit, as long as its leads keep up their banter.
Here’s my review of “In The Heights,” a big screen adaptation of the Broadway hit Lin-Manuel Miranda had before he became the King Of Broadway with “Hamilton.” It’s in theaters and on HBO Max now.
An episode of “The West Wing” came to mind as a cautionary tale about Joe Manchin, the senator who’s blocking his Democratic colleagues from killing the filibuster and passing a new voting rights act.
Some thoughts on Mayim Bialik’s stint as “Jeopardy!” guest host, and where she stands in the pantheon of potential permanent new hosts.
Hearing Marv Albert calling a Knicks playoff game on TNT sent my mind reeling back to my youth. Here’s the story.
I’ve eaten all kinds of pizza in all kinds of places, but the thought of having it made in a vending machine — in Rome, of all places — turns my stomach. Here’s why.
I saw an article claiming the decline in ratings for the cable news networks in the second quarter of this year compared to the same period last year was proof that those outlets missed having Trump drive viewership. Nope, that’s wrong.
I see that some longtime fans of “Friends” are shocked that, during the HBO Max reunion special, the six stars couldn’t remember the particulars of some of the episodes they’d appeared in. I’m not surprised one bit.
Some thoughts after watching the six episodes that make up season three of “The Kominsky Method” on Netflix.
I have become so fed up with COVID vaccine resisters that I no longer care whether we reach herd immunity. Here’s why.
You haven’t heard from me lately because I was dealing with some serious medical issues, which culminated in having stents put in two very clogged arteries earlier this week. Here’s the story.
Yesterday, I called a friend who has the same old greeting on his voicemail, complete with instructions on how to leave a message and what the content should be. It got me thinking of how voicemail has changed over the years.
Quickies on finally seeing “Minari,” my unchanging view of “Hacks,” musical acts that were supposedly “bigger than the Beatles,” and why the mention of James Bond in the Amazon/MGM deal makes me shake my head.
My daughter never saw the ABC drama “Lost,” but when she asked me about it recently, we sat down to watch its incredibly captivating pilot episode and she was sucked into the show’s vortex just as I had been in 2004.