“Have a drink, Jack.” “Who are you talking to?” It seemed like it was dawning when I heard the voice and struggled to lift my head from the table. It…

Stopping in a gas station at night I have the top up on my 1976 Triumph Spitfire, plying a long, lonely road east through the night, back into Davies territory.…

In which The Ferret proves himself a real cutup We are in the iconic movie theater Kyiv just off Lev Tolstoy Square in downtown central of this ancient capital of…

A breakthrough film others will follow I don’t get (know what I mean) the critics, of which more than a few have panned “Lucy,” a 2014-released science fiction thriller by…

Smith tries to make a Commix writer out of the poet Kowalski Time: Stamped at the bottom of this file Place: Not important When I met Steve Kowalski, he was…

“The Double Life of Veronique” over my Tango Baby I do not know what sense there is in keeping this movie journal or what it can possibly add to The…

Recorded notes only: report broken off What is our freedom? What is the individual self? In our windblown desolation, what is the most precious thing we have that makes us…

It has happened, and I cannot believe This is John Smith, publishing this for The Checkout the second night after the incidents that took place, which I describe below. Thus,…

The black stallion broken. Goodnight, Manny Face I rushed in through the apartment door, finding the incredibly pregnant Tango Baby screaming amid the broken glass from the skylight, exploded in…

One, with a restaurant review, the other, with a movie review There is a sort of grudging acceptance and misery here. Aren’t they funny? They say they’d do it if…