Having plumbed his own life for material for his new film, “St. Vincent,” writer-director Theodore Melfi could probably do the same thing with the story of how the film got made.
Specifically, his pursuit of the elusive, peripatetic Bill Murray – who plays the title character, an alcoholic who winds up as an unwilling surrogate father to a pre-teen in deepest Brooklyn – would make a thriller. Or a comedy. Or both. (More…)