Just got an early Christmas present when my brother sent me this article on Charlies Grodin, filled with links to his curmudgeonly late night appearances, including his famous SNL appearance and his free-for-all with Sean Hannity.
(And yes, that copy of The Great Muppet Caper that I'm putting in my toddler's stocking is really for me.)
Since watching both parts of Woody Allen: A Documentary I've been in desperate need of his form of medicine. Some of his films really have a restorative effect on me, and right now, with the snow starting, and a bit of depression creeping in, I really need a good dose of The Purple Rose of Cairo (the best to watch when your reality feels like a letdown) or Hannah and Her Sisters (the perfect tonic against awkward family get-togethers) or Manhattan (when I'm craving urban life again) or, of course, Annie Hall (for any of the above). But with all the holiday busyness, and with my DVD collection lacking, I only have time to stream on Netflix. Looks like I'll have to settle for the slight but fun Manhattan Murder Mystery, always good in a pinch. Portrait above by Peter Mack.