Cinematic Soulmates: Naked Lunch and Barton Fink
Writing about a pair of films that examine the terror of writing on the eve of the death of one of your writing heroes is a surreal experience, but that is what I am experiencing right now. I hope this doesn’t sound crass, but this one is for Roger Ebert (1943-2013). While I didn’t always agree with him, I nearly […]
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