Just a couple this week—stuff I found before Preacher Camp:
Wonderful article about a great film. Even includes my favorite anecdote, which I read in Vanity Fair years ago:
The Pecks forged a close bond with [Harper Lee,] the reclusive author after a trip to her home in Monroeville, Ala., and her visit to the set. On the first day of shooting, with a tear in her eye, she took Peck aside and whispered, “You have a little pot belly, just like my daddy.” “Harper, that’s called great acting,” quipped Peck.
The warrior closed his eyes, summoning the power of his ancestors, long departed but watchful still. And then with the echoing beep of his digital watch, he moved with deadly speed, wrapping his battle-hardened hands around the power cord at the back of the Router.