Sunday, January 1 1995
The nuclear family has never looked so perverse.
'All the Pretty Horses'... offers Penelope Cruz as the repeatedly slow-motioned, flowing-haired object of desire for would-be riders. As Alejandra, Cruz is less a character than an irresistible image, the Marlboro Man's wet dream -- she rides horses, swims naked, and pouts adorably when she's mad at her daddy.
Perhaps more importantly, it offers a welcome antidote to Hollywoody visions of Mexico, revealing an urban Mexico that is neither sanitized nor demonized: for all the death in it, this place feels utterly immediate and alive.
Iñárritu's film has a badly broken heart sputtering beneath all the style, which is something Tarantino hasn't really had the guts to go for yet.
Whatever you think about Oliver Stone as a director, you can't deny his firm grasp on this country's interests. From Vietnam to JFK to serial killers, Stone's pictures have always depicted major subjects of national fascination. With his latest release, Any Given Sunday, Stone looks to go his previous films one better by focusing on the most popular sport in America.
For most of Adrenaline Drive's 90-odd minutes, you're not aware of time passing or the fact that your shoes do not fit as well as they could.
All unruly hair, puny limbs, and wide eyes, Marvin's another one of Rob Schneider's pathetic, unmanly bumblers, lacking the 'animal' instinct that apparently makes a real man.
Truly, Julia Roberts leads a charmed life.