Famed defense attorney F. Lee Bailey, whose legion of high-profile cases includes the O.J. Simpson murder trial, has filed for bankruptcy in Maine in an effort to discharge an IRS debt of more than $5 million.
After his sentencing hearing last week, convicted murderer Oscar Pistorius was mistakenly ushered to a vehicle carrying Barry Steenkamp, father of Reeva, the girlfriend he killed. A police officer pulled open the sliding door before realizing the error. Surrounded by journalists and onlookers, Pistorius stepped away, made a phone call and was soon driving away in a car that had arrived to collect him.
An apparently shaken and frantic Kelly McGillis could be heard on a recorded 911 call screaming about a woman who broke into her North Carolina home, saying the woman attacked her and claimed to know her.
Nostalgia is a polar kind of thing. Those of us who get it really get it. Those who don't spend much of their time haranguing the first group, wondering why we continue to hang on to the gift card from the TCBY in our college town when we haven't been back there in years, and who ate TCBY after 1997 anyway?
It makes sense that the sensibilities of Steven Spielberg and Roald Dahl would someday collide, as they do in Spielberg's adaptation of Dahl's "The BFG." Both artists often tell stories about misunderstood children finding connections with misunderstood, fantastical, alien creatures. They have a knack for drawing out the dark and maudlin aspects of childhood, the loneliness and isolation, as well as the capacity for wonder and amazement, the sheer possibility of anything and everything. That dreamy wonderment is the best part of the filmed "The BFG," a slow haze that creeps over you unsuspected.