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Actor Alain Delon, whose life was every bit as dramatic and eventful as his films, passed away last month at 88. He was among the last stars standing from that fertile period in the swinging sixties when French films were all the rage. His beginnings were hardly promising but he rose to dizzying heights on […]

Sometimes, when choosing a film, only a documentary will do. 

By now you know I love movies, but the fact is, I’m equally passionate about music. My taste runs to the more modern forms tied to this country’s rich history: jazz, rock, rhythm and blues, and of course, those evergreen standards from the Great American Songbook, interpreted by giants like Sinatra, Tony Bennett, and Ella Fitzgerald.

As this stay-at-home period persists, I am increasingly grateful to be somewhere where I can get out and walk. Even so, cabin fever is very real. I feel it in my bones.

It seems that many Americans of all ages are willing to forego even outstanding movies that just happen to be made in a different language. Obviously the reasons for this go beyond patriotism, so I went online to check out a few blogs on the subject. I found some choice comments: