The paramount question that comes immediately to mind about Fracture is this: If Adam Sandler gets continually dissed for playing essentially the same role in every film, how come Anthony Hopkins doesn’t catch the same grief? Read the rest of this entry »
Rarely do I reveal a spoiler about a film in a review. No matter how bad the film. Today is an exception. Read the rest of this entry »
I guess we can trace this new movement — the first seed of which has been planted in Maryland — on that darned cigar. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s what going to the movies used to be like back in the day. Way back in the day. Like when I was a tyke. Around noon on Saturday, my mother would drop me off at the Bard or Uptown or Airway. She give me 30¢ — 20¢ to get in, 10¢ for popcorn. Then she’d go play cards with her friends. Read the rest of this entry »
Where to start with that talented but wacked trio that beguiled last Friday on Live Lunch, and again in the evening at the Kentucky Center Gallery?
Okay, let’s do Caroline. Caroline, Caroline, bo Baroline banana fanna fo Faroline, fe fi mo Maroline, Caroline. Read the rest of this entry »
Creation of a new film based in everyday realities, that also has a sense of uniqueness is a difficult thing. Sure, there is the occasional “Memento” or “Being John Malkovich.” But films of that ilk, while eminently enjoyable and certainly worthy of adulation are curios. They have nothing to do with real life. Read the rest of this entry »
