How much longer will we be subjected to Peter Bogdonovich's appalling impressions and constant references to his personal conversations (as though if HE hasn't spoken to the maker of a film, it couldn't possibly be a film worth seeing)? The Essentials are supposed to be for the viewers (aren't they?), not a stage on which Bogdonovich can display his not-so-impressive and dubious personal remembrances. Impressions of greater men (or women) are fine for dinner parties, but beneath the dignity of TCM and disrespectful the filmmakers he mimics.
