Lorenz Hart is singing in the rain. Seconds later, he’s collapsed in an alley, no longer with a song in his heart, abandoned with the rest of the Broadway trash. He’ll perish from pneumonia hours later in a nearby hospital, at age 48. That’s how Richard Linklater opens his new film Blue Moon, spoilers be damned, and it neatly summarizes, in one pitiless tracking sequence, … [Read more...]