Two tales of American greed by renowned American directors shows which is truly worthy of acclaim. (SPOILER: It’s Scorsese.)
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Originally posted on San Francisco Theater Pub:
In honor of our first Saturday Write Fever of 2014, fast approaching this Saturday, January 11, and our switch to every second Saturday of the month going forward, we asked frequent SWF attendee and honorary assistant Charles Lewis III to do…
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