Tom Hardy
A 1968 book of photos and interviews on a motorcycle club makes a fictionalized transition to the screen.
The implausibility of The Revenant is jaw-dropping.
The Drop‘s characterizations never go beyond hapless noir archetypes, but sharp dialogue, superb performances, and the unpredictable convolutions of the plot keep the viewer on edge.
All that WASP self-reliance and fortitude, and I, the Jew, am thinking, “Isn’t anyone getting hungry? Doesn’t anyone want to use the potty?”
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