The youngest member of the Greater Boston film press corps, I got to spend a couple hours with Hitchcock aboard a theatre owner’s yacht.

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. As I discovered, it’s a very good rule to insure smooth sailing.

Every so often Hollywood releases a movie that makes you ask: why did they ever make this? Not because of any ineptitude but because of its unfamiliar subject.

In October 1947, the House Un-American Activities Committee decided the easiest way to grab headlines was to scare the country.

If I suddenly go missing after this column is published, please express your concern to any handy local law enforcement authority. Thank you.

I was staring deeply into the chocolate chiffon pie and soon drifting back to childhood. For eight summers my parents dragged their only child off to their vacation in Las Vegas.