Inside of Kulak’s Woodshed, an intimate music venue in North Hollywood that has an old school, homey vibe, Dean Friedman played his guitar, ukulele and piano for the crowd, who sat on benches, wooden ...
Let’s hear it for the grown-ups, shall we? You know, that marginalised sector of the cinema-going public that got left behind in the youth-obsessed wave of superhero franchises and mumblecore indie.