Charlie Square joined a “labor organization,” but Charlie didn’t know his nice little union was a front for peddlers of deceit.
Philando Castile and five Dallas cops are finally gonna get me out in the street.
The Hollywood Fringe Festival depresses me. But then, I’m a depressive.
Michael Holland essays another palpable hit on Jason Rohrer – sorry; this labored Hamlet metaphor is not Michael’s fault. It’s Billy Wilder’s.
In the second installment of a series, Jason Rohrer takes issue with Michael Holland’s appreciation of Billy Wilder.