Sunday, January 1 1995
In the movies, suburbia is usually plastic and colorful, familiar and pockmarked by Pier Ones, Burger Kings, and Walmarts, as well as American Beauty roses.
Here's the short version of this review: 'Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back' is a very funny movie.
The movie serves up the surface layer of gay style, with none of the substance.
A swoony, adult film of unexpected restraint, 'In the Mood for Love' shines with radiant color schemes and two devastating central performances, by Maggie Cheung ('Irma Vep') and Tony Leung ('Chungking Express', 'Happy Together').
Fighters in 'Iron Monkey' don't float or glide toward each other. They rocket, bounce and whip.
Wordless sex suddenly seems more appealing than the nasty arguments that repeatedly erupt. "
It’s for real: LL Cool J is a movie star. When he makes his entrance in Michael Rymer’s retread undercover cop movie, the
The Idiots is Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier’s 1998 exploration of normality as a social system, the constraints it places on individuals to behave in
'I Am Sam' will not let these characters be: they must run the gamut of movie-of-the-week emotions... A to B.
'Innocence' offers a brave take on love, fidelity, and sexuality that often flies in the face of traditional, age-defined preconceptions of all.
Michael Mann's film The Insider is about blowing the lid of conspiracy off the tobacco industry. Although the film is ostensibly about one corporate produced addictive narcotic, that is nicotine, it is really about two, the other one being capital.
Where 'Italian for Beginners' differs from other Dogme 95 fare is that its end isn't totally catastrophic. This isn't to say it has a happy ending, just that it doesn't end with the usual emotional wasteland littered by human wreckage.
Don’t Europeans ever get tired of swooping down to Africa to exploit its peoples and natural resources? Apparently not. I Dreamed of Africa is
The In Crowd's script, by Mark Gibson and Phil Halprin, is extremely predictable (to the point that Warners' request that reviewers not give away the 'film's ending' is a joke in itself).
In the film's most heart-wrenching moment, Cho describes how she lost all sense of her own identity in being so transformed into a commodity for public consumption.
The movie does not back down from the pain or rage it sets up.
Hurricane. One word, one name, one man. One man whom I - and probably most of my generation - had never heard prior to seeing The Hurricane. His name is remembered, however, by members of his generation, most notably, celebrities.
...reminds us that rock per se has a long history of celebrating alienation and ambiguity.
As his immense popularity suggests, there is something about Lecter that appeals to 'us', there appears to be some level on which 'we' all wish we could be a little more like him, which is precisely what the filmmakers are banking on. And this is, in the end, the scariest thing about 'Hannibal' -- its perverse worship of the cannibalistic Doctor.