Barney’s Film Festival Notes
It was so misty-moisty on Saturday morning that directors’ panel moderator Peter Bart told a Lobero audience, “I didn’t know if I was coming to Santa Barbara or Downton Abbey.”
It was so misty-moisty on Saturday morning that directors’ panel moderator Peter Bart told a Lobero audience, “I didn’t know if I was coming to Santa Barbara or Downton Abbey.”
Sex * Drama * Environmental Crises * Forbidden (and Unforbidden) Love * Movie Stars on the Red Carpet * All coming to a theater near you!
Watching President Obama’s inauguration on MLK Day, I reflected back to when as a boy I watched the Chicago Bears and the Cubs play and saw no black faces on either field.
There are an estimated 100 million AK-47 assault rifles in the world, but I couldn’t find one to buy in Santa Barbara this week.
“We are old enough to remember the glory days of flying, when flight attendants were happy, attractive people, eager to please,” muses Montecito’s Bill Tomicki, publisher of the witty travel newsletter ENTREE.
Rules 30,000 pages of “perversion files” can be opened to the public.
For decades the most powerful man in amateur sport, Santa Barbaran Avery Brundage fawned on Hitler and believed that athletics was the proper province of the rich.
Timothy Gray was homeless and died of hypothermia under a railroad pass in Wyoming.
If ever there were an ideal place to harness solar energy, it’s sun-drenched Death Valley National Park.
The other day, Sue arrived home with the skinniest, scrawniest sliver of a tree I ever saw.