Dances with Wolves
Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
I have this uncanny knack of being able to pick the Oscar-winning Best Film each year. My friends hate me for this, but when I’ve seen that year’s Best Picture winner, I know it. It’s been going on for more than ten years, and not once was I wrong. The moment I walked out of the screening of “Dances with Wolves,” I turned to my friends and said they’ve just seen the Best Picture of 1990. Read the rest of this entry »
