November 2021
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We watched the 1969 western, Rio Bravo, and were crushed with disappointment. How could a film with such famous actors, directed by Howard Hawks (Red River 1948), amount to such piffle? We could not restrain ourselves from jeering at its flagrant, grotesque failings. A thin, cliched plot, pieced out with obvious meaningless padding. Incoherent, contradictory…
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When I get older losing my mindJust a few years from nowWill you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine If I'd been out till quarter to nineWould you lock the doorWill you still need me, or will you need to feed meWhen I'm ninety-four. You'll be ancient tooAnd if you…
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Max had a long love affair with New Orleans, and he loved to initiate his friends into the city's splendors and secrets. We were beneficiaries of his generosity. It was because of "mad Max" that we enjoyed a series of winter visits to the crescent city. He was a splendid enthusiastic guide as well as…