The "Indented" Edition

Jan 16, 2022

Dear Readers,

As you are reading, I am winging my way back. Departing from news of a tsunami warning, heading into a massive winter storm. Take your pick. That’s just about the way the last month has gone. Sheesh.

Let’s play the Media Edition of Love, Hate, or Meh: The Covid Recap

West Side Story — Mehhhh-Love

Don’t Look Up — Love (don’t believe the haters)

Macbeth — Love

Being The Ricardos — Meh but Loved parts of it

Power Of The Dog — Meh (controversial, I know)

House Of Gucci — Meh

Licorice Pizza — Meh

The French Dispatch — M-Bored

No Time To Die — Mehhh-Love (no, really, it was sad to say goodbye to Daniel Craig!)

Cyrano — M-Didn’t Finish (I’m sorry, Peter Dinklage!)

Tick Tick Boom — M-Hate (I’m sorry, Lin Manuel Miranda!)

Zola — a last but far far far from least: Love!

TV:

Sex Lives Of College Girls — Love

Most Recent Season Of ‘Curb — Love (but am conflicted about it)

And Just Like That — Love (be quiet, haters)

I am racing to finish packing at our lovely (still rainy, yet tsunami-free) Hollywood Hills rental so that I can get to my beloved Tower Bar for a farewell dinner.

After isolating, quarantining, and generally keeping to myself and family for a few weeks, venturing out for just a smattering of business and leisure actual activities yielded some classic Hollywood tidbits, only one of which I will share: we got a very Hollywood download on Bob Saget’s funeral/memorial service at dinner last night. #RIP Bob Saget. Okay I guess I can also say that we had an excellent Jeff Goldblum sighting in a very cool downtown clothing shop. I will also say that I had a short, intense, and yet fun conversation with one of the uber-stars of Succession, courtesy of a fabulous friend I was lunching with; had a short, effective catch-up conversation with one of the all time great movie-moguls, who then turned out to be lunching with one of my favorite agents and do-gooders of all time, who is a reader of this newsletter. R.—should I have said your name? And he happens to be the agent of the friend I was lunching with! Small fishbowl. I mean world, ain’t it?

Back to New York where the fabulous also are. But somehow I don’t see them so much. Maybe I need to get out more, again. The past two years of hibernation may have to give way. After the temperature gets above 12 degrees, that is.

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