Michael Winner, who died today, was a successful movie director before he started writing about restaurants for the Sunday Times, where his self-professed ignorance about food never inhibited him from trenchant views.
Jackie Siegel, the busty, Botoxed trophy wife who steals Lauren Greenfield’s irresistible documentary “The Queen of Versailles,” recalls a family vacation taken after her billionaire husband’s time-share empire went south.
Brigitte Bardot pouts and unsuccessfully tries to look demure wearing a pink dress and flowery hat. Christine Keeler romps naked. Opposite them, John Lennon flashes a schoolboy grin, David Bowie closes his eyes and Michael Caine looks intrigued by his cigarette.
Monsters fly into the auditorium, the yellow-brick road tilts and turns over multiple hydraulic revolves and a tornado spins Dorothy’s shack about like a leaf in a gale. If ever there was a show that screams “money,” it’s “The Wizard of Oz.”
I’ll never be able to watch Michael Caine again without thinking of “ The Trip ,” a mockumentary in which British comedians Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon do sidesplitting imitations of various movie legends.