By Stephen Whitty The Bronx is burning, and June Leigh isn’t doing so well herself. She was a famous novelist, once. But then came a death in the family. A case of writer’s block. Mounting debts. Now, in 1977, she sits locked away in her dead grandmother’s apartment, afraid to look outside, terrified of looking within. June is sometimes funny, sometimes edgy, often infuriating — and onscreen in every scene of The Wolf Hour. It’s a role that demands a fiercely committed actress, and luckily director Alistair Banks Griffin has her in Naomi Watts. Ever since David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive […]