“I don’t sell tickets”: the sobering realisation that inspired Robin Wright’s second act
A bitter pill to swalow.
A bitter pill to swalow.
What would this have looked like?
He got away with it.
It came at a pivotal time.
He was the wrong fit.
Something to think about.
Seeking a movie for the end of the world.
In the presence of greatness.
He’s a big fan of the director.