Baby, I'm a Star was always intended as a finite project - 40 essays about 40 pop movies - and the end is finally in sight. In order to properly prepare for my sprint to the finish, I'm going to be taking a short hiatus. So for the next three weeks, don't expect the usual Wednesday entry.
BUT October 7 is the beginning of the end, as we wind our way through the final 10 entries. They include the best concert film ever, an addicting rockumentary, a trio of biopics, a strung-out Bette Midler, and a generous helping of unintentional comedy.