Cinema: Biting the Hand of Hollywood

S.O.B. Directed and Written by Blake Edwards

The overweight jogger clutches his chest and sinks painfully to the sand, his ticker in mortal distress. He will lie there—at first in pain, later in death—for most of S. O. B. That is because it is his misfortune to have been taking his exercise in the world capital of self-absorption, the beach at Malibu, where movie people tend their tans, mend their deals and bend their minds with all sorts of curious additives. Dying is something that happens to your friend's act in Vegas or your...

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