This autumn has been the season of the Mega Hearing. First with the grilling of Planned Parenthood president Cecile Richards and then with the marathon Benghazi session that finished last Thursday, we’ve seen two instances of Congress summoning powerful women to a chair and keeping them there for almost unthinkable stretches of time.
Switching on a cable movie is like crawling into the passenger’s side of a Delorean after Doc Brown has had a little too much to drink. It’s a time warp without logic, a journey that darts somewhere within the last thirty-or-so years of filmmaking to bring us whatever is left after the Criterion Collection has scooped up all the classics.
We’ve already told you why we’re fond of Frank Leder. He inspects every garment himself, he references humble professions usually overlooked by designers, and he wants you to know that whatever your job title, deep down you're actually a chimney sweep from Germany.