I say this with love: My father is a master of rhetoric. He is a master of rhetoric without, by his own admission, ever having mastered anything to do with rhetoric.
I’ll sidestep the usual throat-clearing about the thought process behind my all-time 10-best-movies list.
All five movies give their young characters complete ownership of their respective worlds.
Macchio’s chemistry with Shue is as palpable as it is with Morita, though needless to say it plays in a different rhythm and key.
While Lord knows the last thing the Oscar telecast needs is to be longer, one category I would love to see added to the proceedings is best ensemble.
Animals have a spontaneity, a naturalism, a genuine screen presence.
Now that Martin Scorsese has his long-elusive Oscar, is Peter Weir now our best living director—or, at least, the most nominated—yet to take home the gold statue?