Wendell Weeks

I reveal plot points in this review, so if you’re going to go see it, you’ve been warned. But really, the warning you should heed is to skip the film altogether.
As I biked across DC to catch a late afternoon showing of the film at the historic Uptown Theater, I had, in the back of [...]

“You must enter your real birthday to register.”
The online form is refusing to process my registration and has given me a gentle rap on the knuckles. In the birthday field I’d entered the oldest available date — January 1, 1910 (If it’s not a financial institute or a government website, I don’t like entering [...]

I’m a bit of a slave to expiration dates. With a terrible sense of smell and taste, I can’t rely on normal, human warning systems to tell me whether something is edible or not. I remember once, I sprinkled on my pasta some grated parmesan that had gone off, suffering some mild digestive [...]