Lou Aguilar
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty” — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. –John Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn” Fourteen years ago, my not yet girlfriend, Cindy, lived on Hamstead Heath, London. Every…
In my Hollywood days, one of my best now ex-friends (his choice, not mine) worked for Disney. The gag greeting between him and his coworkers was a Nazi-like arm salute, only fist closed and thumb and pinky extended to suggest…
Will Smith’s assault on Chris Rock at the Academy Awards ceremony Sunday night would have been the slap heard round the world — if people still bothered to watch the event. But as I cited yesterday, very few do now….
When I was in fifth grade at Little Flower Catholic School outside Washington, D.C., I was a James Bond fanatic. I carried an attache case with a secret side knife (rubber, alas) and assemblable rifle inside like Bond did in…
A few years back, I was walking through a seedy Miami neighborhood when I heard a woman’s scream. I rushed forward and saw a hefty young black man pulling the purse from a fiftyish Latina, who was clutching the purse…
And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the Egyptians fled against it; and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in the midst of the sea. And the…
Real and fictional presidents have graced or disgraced the silver screen for its entire existence, encompassing half the history of America. Interestingly, our greatest modern president was a movie star for almost 30 years. Ronald Reagan was an undervalued actor,…
I’m writing a screenplay about the Canadian truckers’ Freedom Convoy for a prolific modest-budget producer. The reason I can publicly state this with no fear of getting beaten to the screen is because Hollywoke will never touch what may be…
