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**"Frozen II" is now an idea in the world. We have a trailer. A story happens when a character goes on a journey. The writers of "Frozen II" have--intelligently--opted for a literal journey. Elsa will leave her kingdom. How do you leave? By crossing the ocean. How do you cross? If you're Elsa, you do this by casting a temporary spell on the waves, so that they become ice-bridges. But the ice lasts only for a moment, so your life is in danger. Kinetic, unusual film-making. I'm hooked!

**The newest Bosch novel has odd mysteries: A woman who seems to have been attacked really just had her face eaten off, postmortem, by a hungry cat. A semi-sinister sidewalk preacher may or may not have murdered a young girl. In another subplot, bullet-trajectory analysis suggests that a bullet might have boomeranged, after having been released, and assailed a certain shooter "in the balls." If only we could find a badly-injured man who paid a recent visit to the hospital! Michael Connelly's creativity has me very hungry for the next season of his Amazon TV show.

**Is it a good idea to have Anjelica Huston playing some kind of vaguely Hungarian sorceress-fortune-teller in "John Wick III"? Absolutely. I'm concerned that she'll cede screen time to Halle Berry, whom I find far less compelling. But any time with Huston in the frame is time well-spent. She carries with her a sense of Cinema History: her Oscar win for "Prizzi's Honor," and her Oscar nominations for "The Grifters" and "Enemies." She makes us recall that tempestuous affair with Jack Nicholson, and her wars with her own father, and her struggles with domestic abuse; she makes us recall "The Witches," "50/50," "The Addams Family," "The Royal Tenenbaums." I think she now mainly takes roles to entertain herself--and that's fine with me. I await "John Wick III" eagerly. More, please!
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