When America jumped headfirst into the ocean of folly that was the Volstead Act and Prohibition, the dedicated drinkers of the United States found any number of ways to respond […]
This is the book that gives fans of the movies something they never got from cinematic incarnations of Bond: a look into his daily routine. Based on the films, you’d think Bond was forever on flashy, dangerous assignments, a man with no home and no break from his routine of espionage and globe-trotting adventure.
Laura La Plante was one of the luminaries of silent era cinema, making a name for herself when she was named one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars, a promotional stunt […]
There comes a time in every unwashed heathen’s life when he needs a break from serene Buddhas, and in those times, a man is well served by hopping the train to the small town of Arashiyama in order to hike Mt. Arashiyama and, if all goes well, see one of his friends attacked by an irritable monkey.
For me, looking back, it seems as if the success of Casino Royale was almost lucky. It was a good book, but not great, and James Bond was sort of irritating. It was a look at Ian Fleming’s potential, where as Live and Let Die is an example of the author living up to that potential.
“My dear girl there are some things that just aren’t done, such as drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above a temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s as bad as listening to […]
It was a gorgeous day, and despite getting caught in crawling parade of Hamptons traffic on our way up and the sundry tailgating, over-aggressive at 10mph assholes those towns seem to attract, there was nothing that could dim our spirits on such a beautifully hot, sunny July day.
Macao starring one of our favorite half-asleep actors, Robert Mitchum, is an exceptionally good thriller, not exactly a noir film but a solid old school crime thriller with good pacing, […]
I was staring directly into the fissure — a ragged scar that ripped across the face of the asphalt and heaved up mounds of broken black rock on either side of the opening, leading off into the swaying scrub that grew alongside the road. I read the sign, photographed for posterity the warning that I was standing on top of an underground fire.
Although the weepiness of Bond in Casino Royale may be a bit trying to some, it’s worth sticking with the story, since it’s a very good story, and one that plants seeds Fleming would later grow and harvest as he realized he’d created a literary juggernaut.