Familiar as its art/life paralleling may be, it’s all fueled by a filmmaker with an intimate relationship to his subject matter.
Sporting a Southern-fried accent, Tatum O’Neal expresses her character’s inner turmoil through a crass, audience-bombarding collection of hyper-mannered tics.
And so it is that Oscar bloggers, seeking to itch the scratch Leo’s blatant assertion that campaigning, not prognosticating, is what wins Oscars, have collectively shifted the balance of power back to the plucky 14-year-old girl who tore through every scene (every. scene.)
A limited but revealing look at Bogdanovich’s remembrances of cinematic things past.