In 1992 I was given a copy of Roger Ebert's Home Movie Companion for Christmas. It's been downhill ever since.
Albert Brooks wrote his leading character as a vain, callous, fragile, neurotic, and solipsistic Hollywood twerp.
He named this character after his real-life brother.
He cast his brother in a bit part in this movie.
Thanksgivings in the Brooks/Einstein household must have been delightful.
There's a moment about halfway through Before Sunset that I can't get out of my mind. Jesse (Ethan Hawke) and Celine (Julie Delpy) are sitting in a Parisian café, and she lights up a cigarette. He's got the demeanor of a man who has quit smoking against his will (probably at the behest of a significant other, whom I'm guessing broke his spirit with the subtlest "I just want you to be healthy" psychological warfare imaginable), so he steals a…
A few years ago I was talking to a friend who had just seen David Gordon Green's "All the Real Girls." My friend isn't much of a film buff, but he knew that he'd seen something special. When I asked what he liked most about it, he didn't say anything about the acting or the direction or nuances of the plot. Instead, he simply said "because that stuff really happened."
Of course, my friend was not speaking literally. Instead, I…