A FRANK MOVIE REVIEW        “FOUR GOOD DAYS” – 9.0   In a word:  Depressing      But, not in a bad way, because the messages are clear and powerful, worth a viewing for millions of people in this country whose lives are in constant upheaval burdened with the stark realities of drug addiction. The story not only unveils the pervasive, path of the addict, but moms, dads, sisters, brothers, lovers, employers, doctors, friends, cops
Let’s be brutally honest, folks. The recent surge of thousands more immigrants swarming over the southern border illegally has nothing to do with helping immigrants with humane objectives. It’s all about politics. It’s all about gaining millions of votes in future elections, legal or illegal, tipping the scales, irreversibly, for one political party over another. Numbers matter. Years ago, people went to the polls on election day, produced a voter ID, then voted. Contrary to
A FRANK MOVIE REVIEW  “The Father”  –   9.5  In a word:  Emotional   This is a movie that will pull heartstrings. If you dislike stories that can make you cry, however well-made, do not see this picture.      If you have a loved one who has long suffered from severe memory loss, you will either cherish this film for all the value and understanding it conveys. For some, it could be upsetting.      To start,
A Frank movie review:  “Nomadland” – 8.5 In a word: Depressing   Yes, depressing, but also riveting. One of the great acting lessons offered by Frances McDormand, who’s already won two Academy Awards, and now, maybe, a third.      If you’re a fan interested in movies that have a lot of action, violence, foul language, hatred, death, destruction, guns, sex, drugs and speed, do not see this movie. What’s left?      Drama.     This

BERNIE THE BOOKIE: From The Heart of a Gangster

Posted by Marshall Frank on  January 6, 2021
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By Marshall Frank Most people who are introduced to my history as a 30-year law enforcement officer in Miami-Dade, Florida, immediately draw a conclusion that I’m a tough guy. Not true. I hate guns. Hate fighting. I was terrible at sports. I’m reluctant to call anyone “Sir,” especially those who had not earned the moniker. My six-year nightmare in the U.S. Marine Corps (reserves and active duty) was an exercise in utter misery. Yet, I