My mother hates Charles Grodin, and not for something he did in real life.
As delightful as William Castle’s movies are in any venue, you lose out on one of their most appealing aspects when you watch them in the atomized privacy of your home theater.
The film’s most egregious flaws are freely (and somewhat hilariously) pointed out by Joe Berlinger in his DVD commentary track.
Yesterday’s Oscar nominations came with major snubs, but it certainly wasn’t the first time the Academy stuck it to likely contenders.
So what did frighten me as a kid?
Even when she was just phoning it in for her later movies, Ruth Gordon was phoning it in from Mars, or some kingdom of her own.
In 13 films, Woody Allen celebrated and sometimes assailed Mia Farrow, and they both emerged victors, artistically, at least.
My Mom is a larger than life character crafted with one part June Cleaver, two parts Mahalia Jackson, three parts Oprah, and four parts Dorothy Parker.