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.
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.
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.
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.