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Apples Sweet and Tart

Two champions of empathy died yesterday: Albert Maysles and Lisa Bonchek Adams. They had nothing in common with each other, nor I with either of them. But because of their great example, this does not matter. I feel their loss as keenly as if I’d shared sacred coffee with them every week. Lisa, who was as tart as she was sweet, implored everyone daily to embrace beauty and truth. Maysles found both where others merely found junk. I keep thinking about how we must honor their very bright lights. Change is inevitable when big stars go dark, and we must court that change. I keep reading this Louise Erdrich quote, and listening close.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

My Lucky Star Memoirs

March may be the least glamorous time of the year. Award season is finally over, spring doesn’t officially start for another few weeks, and the greatest movies of 2015 likely won’t hit theaters for at least a few months. The best cure for what ails the deprived cinephile? Star memoirs. Referred to as “diva lit” by Philadelphia Inquirer film critic Carrie Rickey, film actor autobiographies may not be especially truthful but they’re often juicy and even insightful. Here is a completely subjective bibliography of the best ones around – both in print and out – with a big tip of the hat to helpful colleagues whose bookshelves also buckle under the weight of these dishy tomes.

By Myself by Lauren Bacall
Bacall won a National Book Award for this memoir, and, boy, did she deserve it. A characteristically sly-eyed account of this “nice Jewish girl from Brooklyn” who became Humphrey Bogart’s better half (on and off screen), it captures the magic of Hollywood without pulling any punches. Of her relationship with Bogie, she writes: “When we looked at each other, trumpets sounded, rockets went off.”

Talullah: My Autobiography by Tallulah Bankhead
With tales of entertaining the Wright brothers as a child, cavorting with monkeys as an aspiring actress, and a whole lot of Kentucky bourbon consumption, the screen siren’s memoir is as outrageous as the rest of her persona. Says she: “I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water – I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.” Continue Reading →

Oscar 2015, You Little Minx

Despite everything, I am a huge fan of the Academy Awards. They’re all pomp, circumstances, pathology, and glitter. This year’s award season has been especially dramatic, and I confess I have horses in this race, spiritually at least. This is always unwise when it comes to such institutionalized shenanigans. Hopes are bound to be dashed (if faith hardly wavered). Anyway, here are my Talking Pictures 2015 Oscar predictions (yep, it’s video footage), my #OscarSoWhite tirade, and where I can be found ranting tonight. Join me if you please, dear Sirenaders, and remember: I like you, I really like you. (That old chestnut never gets tired in my book.)

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy