This week, I decided to give myself a treat. Â Yes, if I look at four of the last seven weeks, I’ve had a pretty good run of movies that were at least pretty enjoyable and worthy of saying I liked. Â However, I’m in charge of this damn blog so when I want to treat myself to a better movie, then goddammit, that’s my prerogative.
So let’s talk about Francis Ford Coppola. Â He’s a maker of fine films like Jack, Captain EO, and Godfather III: The Revenge. Â He also makes either wine or grape jelly – or BOTH…? Â He also made Sofia Coppola who made a fine movie that no one knows what the fucking last line of is but I bet it’s juuuuust right. Continue reading “Dementia 13 (1963)”















