An incomplete (but growing) collection of the "beloved and irresponsible" film critic's work for Premiere magazine that hasn't already been compiled in book form.
To read the columns from Premiere on this blog, click on any scanned page, then right-click to download it as a JPEG that can be magnified on your desktop so you don't get a headache squinting at all of Libby's great one-liners. (Alternately, you can right-click to open a page in a new tab on your browser and magnify it that way.) I never worked for Premiere, so if you're a copyright owner and would like Libby's columns to be removed from this blog, please contact me at rwcass@gmail.com. They're meant for informational purposes only, I promise. (Well, they're also meant to make you laugh, but you get the idea.)
July 1997: "Yep, I'm Not Gay"
Another guest column by Libby's "tragically single friend," Stacy Schiff ...
"My mother, as usual, said I just need to lose five pounds, have my legs broken and lengthened, and learn how to let my eyes flash alluringly whenever I pass a man on the street, even if he's got a jagged beer bottle and no pants."
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