One of the problems in writing a blog, and particularly one involving a lifelong love affair with the movies, is what could be described as the opposite of writer's block —having too many good ideas to choose from for the next entry, and lately too little time in which to give any of them the treatment they deserve. So about the best thing that can be done in this space for the moment is to spin out a quick rundown on what's cooking in the synapses, a preview of coming attractions —to borrow from the trailers— though not necessarily in order of future publication:
A rundown of the "great" religious epics of the 1950s and 60s, with a focus on the only one, in my opinion, that really works —Cecil B. DeMille's 1956 magnum-opus, The Ten Commandments.
An examination of the Western films of Clint Eastwood, as both director and star.
A paen to a long-gone cinematic palace of this author's salad days.
And the moment that forever changed the way I view the movies.
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