The most enduring critique leveled against the cinema du look is its fixation on surface.
It’s easy to see what displeased critics and audiences alike at the time of the film’s release.
Addiction films are usually propaganda without a specific base.
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.
It’s as much a parody of the new horror breed as it is of the 1950s monster flicks.
It doesn’t hurt, of course, that she seems to have a dash of Sabrina the Teenage Witch about her.
The Dead Pool plays like a greatest-hits collection of Dirty Harry movie elements.
One of my most memorable and, in a way, profound early movie-watching experiences happened the first time I saw Eddie Murphy in Coming to America.
Is there some sort of a deep political hypothesis nibbling on a carrot and overseeing the action in this film?
It’s hard to avoid feeling that the film would have worked better with Danko flying solo.
Hey, Dad. What’s up? You good? The Braves are doing well this season.
The most miserable thing about melancholy is that it has no object.
Howard Deutch’s film is about manufactured nostalgia, bordering on revisionism, bordering on delusion.