I don’t know what I was supposed to be doing tonight (oh yeah, surveillance article — oops!) or why I didn’t think I needed all those brain cells any more (they interfered with most in-office conversations, but even I leave the grounds now and then), but I just watched The Apple for the first time in… oh, honey, not long enough. Yeow. Part of the fun is watching Vladek Sheybal — a man who escaped from a concentration camp, a man who befriended Bette Davis, a man who knew how to give a fargin’ line reading — wink his way through this. Al Pacino in The Devil’s Advocate found footsteps along his method-acting path, I do believe.
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