I can still see Ramón Novarro as Ben-Hur with the winged hat in a wild chariot race, or Edward G. Robinson as a gangster grimacing as he clutches his topcoat after being shot.
My life seems consumed by papers I don’t need. What is all this stuff?
Sometimes the worst surprises make the best memories.
There is a guilty pleasure being alone in a city that must have been created for women.
Earlier, Hammond told of her leap from stay-at-home suburban mother to filmmaker. Now, an encounter that came after she branched out into a related field: photography.
In which a bored suburban mother of three discovers her desire to make movies. And she does.