Sunday, January 1 1995
Everyone in the film can see that pairing a 48-year-old womanizer with a 22-year-old girl dying from a sketchy illness 'of the heart' is lame, not to mention derivative, unpleasant, and pathetic.
For a man who has no identity, Shaw (Wesley Snipes) sure has plenty of attitude.
Maybe in the deceptive world of fame (or almost-fame), this is the best version of intimacy available, although it's easier to attribute it to the characters' superficiality, and maybe a certain starry-eyed idealism on Cameron Crowe's part.
Back in 1990, some years after Prizzi's Honor won Anjelica Huston all kinds of accolades and publicity, I saw her for a minute, in person. I was standing on line at an American Express office in Cannes, during the Film Festival for which she was serving as an official jury member"
There are no songs in the latest Disney animated feature, 'Atlantis: The Lost Empire', but there are lots of explosions.
American Movie avoids the dishonesty and self-importance of most traditional documentaries by selecting a subject so genuine, specific, and original - and so flawed - that no matter what segment of the whole we're seeing, it seems very real and very very human.
What distinguishes Across 110th Street's bloodletting from that in other Hollywood films of the time is its unsparing inescapability and its matter-of-factness -- these qualities give the work its moral charge.
Oliver Stone's movies usually seem more complicated than they are. Partly this comes from his evolving style, from the curiously romantic realism of Platoon, to the assaultive ding-battiness of Natural Born Killers, to the debased lunacy of U-Turn. But mostly it comes from his obsession with a single theme: brutality. Or more precisely, how brutality becomes morality.