On the 1987 Burt Reynolds exploitation thriller Malone.
"Burt Reynolds is an ex-_____(moustachioed-noun) running from his past who finds just how difficult it is to retire when he runs across a small _____(place/and/or/female) controlled by _____(pony-tailed/and/or/albinoed-noun) and a family that's resisting their _____(whatever).
I love Burt Reynolds Madlibs."
A podcast with Alexis Spraic, the director of Shadow Billionaire
By Adam Lippe
Here’s an audio interview I did with Alexis Spraic, the director of Shadow Billionaire, a movie without a distributor at the moment, that I reviewed here. We talk about how hard it must be to profile her subject Larry Hillblom, DHL magnate and procurer of young Vietnamese and Filipino virgin girls, in an objective fashion, how specific film festivals are, and how documentaries are often just preaching to the converted. You can listen to the podcast by clicking below or downloading it to your computer.
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