Here’s hoping Charlie figures out what’s going on before the next sequel leads him to heavy imbibing.
How about Cabin in the Cotten, Dangerous, Juarez, The Corn is Green, and A Stolen Life for volume four?
He may be a quick wit, but have Will Rogers’s cheeks been colorized in cotton-candy pink like Shirley Temple's? I think not.
Some movies defy criticism and inspire reactive critical insanity.
The new editions will cut you to the quick. Angela Lansbury's incessant voiceovers will just cut your eardrums.
The proscenium arch that marks the difference between theater and film doesn’t get obliterated in Cukor’s film.
Dinner at Eight is entitled to a more deluxe treatment.