Groucho Marx

First of all, I like St. Nick. At least I think I do. It’s tough work plodding through hagiography, but he seems all right. So, you know, no hard feelings Nicholas–this really isn’t about you. (Oh, and I apologize for the bad puns. What can I say? Groucho Marx is my Sanity Claus.) I’m just […]

I’m a bit peeved. It’s always been a dream of mine to write a book on the most brilliant anti-war film of all time. No, I’m not talking about All Quiet on the Western Front, The Thin Red Line or Pauly Shores’ In the Army Now. I’m talking about the greatest, quite possibly never-to-be-topped, most […]