“Well Sonia, that was classic intercourse.”

Paul Raymond was long gone from the Revue Bar by the time I ever got there, but squinting a bit it was still just possible to see his footprints in the shagpile. “Xanadu’s landlord leaves many stones to mark his grave,” I muttered, while the barmaid looked at me sideways.

I reviewed “The Look of Love” and its easy-going approach to the biopic business over at Critic’s Notebook.