Burlesque didn’t crawl into the movies on a red carpet. It came in the back door, cigarette-burned and laughing, carrying a suitcase full of boas and bad decisions, with a drummer somewhere keeping time like a heartbeat you couldn’t quite trust. If you want to understand “burlesque to B-movies,” you don’t start with Hollywood; you … Read More “From Burlesque to B-Movies” »
When people talk about Hitchcock, they talk like he was God with a camera — the fat man of fear, the “Master of Suspense,” the priest of the perfectly timed scream. They go on about the angles, the shadows, the genius of it all. But they never talk about the smell of the room when … Read More “Alfred Hitchcock’s Legacy and the Abusive Dynamics Toward His Female Actors” »
They found the old man stuffed in the trunk of a Mercedes, blue paint peeling under the desert sun like a bad idea. March, 2019. Lake Mead—dirt road, nowhere. He’d been beaten like a borrowed mule. 71, a shrink from Monterey, probably thought he was saving somebody. They called him “beloved.” The car belonged to … Read More “The Playboy Model and the Psychiatrist: A Deadly Connection” »
Porsche Dreams and Condo Love It always comes down to this: an old rooster with too much money and a young hen with too much skin. Put them in Hollywood, pump in the cocaine and the flashbulbs, and you’ve got the same sad waltz that’s been spinning since Babylon. The faces change. The condos get … Read More “Sylvester Stallone vs Pamela Anderson” »
