Nicholson wears her erudition lightly, her swift, pared prose allowing the resonances of Cruise’s career to sneak up on you.
When I remember Top Gun, I always think of a pair of women’s shoes and a message from God.
How to explain the generous reviews granted to the latest film by Tony Scott, the meister of the overbearing, trashy exploitation action genre?
“I think it’s very easy for us to look down on James Whale from our 21st-century perches.”