Glenn Kenny revives traumatic memories of the awesomely bad film version of Gore Vidal’s transexual epic Myra Breckinridge and the prominent place it gave to awesomely bad movie reviewer Rex Reed, whose best line — “WHERE ARE MY TITS?” — should be at least as well known as Ronald Reagan’s “Where’s the rest of me?” from King’s Row.
It’s all part of a rundown of movie critics who tempted fate by acting in movies themselves. It’s been years since I even thought of WCBS critic Leonard Harris, whom I remember as having been a few cuts above the Jeffrey Lyons/Gene Shalit types infesting the airwaves.
