Sunday, January 1 1995
'Someone Like You''s press kit describes Eddie and Jane as a 'Hepburn and Tracy of the modern era', but its undercurrent of painful loss and compulsive grief avoidance is precisely missing from movies like 'Desk Set' and 'Adam's Rib'.
As much as it's being touted as a Welsh Romeo and Juliet, Solomon & Gaenor never quite reaches the level of urgency.
Ride with the Devil is essentially two films in one. The first is a story of loyalty - to family, community, and nation - tested in the social and political upheavals of civil war. The second is a story of male bonding and love in a homosocial order, the negotiation of male-male desire, and male domestication, all triangulated and enabled through the body of a woman.
In 'Riding in Cars', Barrymore plays to her strengths -- her ability to seem at once disarmingly open, as well as poised, ironic, and above all, delighted to be living her life.
A car drives through a bridge and dark city streets, passing the freeway sign 'East Bay Bridge, Oakland' on the way. A blasting hip-hop soundtrack accompanies opening film credits in overlapping English and Chinese characters.
Andrzej Bartkowiak's current film Romeo Must Die, which features the incredible martial arts skills of Jet Li, left me a little depressed.
Kurosawa achieves an almost perfect fusion of storyteller and painter.
The narrative heart of Return to Me beats in rhythm with the tension between surface (what's on the outside) and depth (it's what's inside that counts).
Like most sequels, 'Rush Hour 2' does what the first film did, only louder and more extravagantly.
It might be expected that the new film by French feminist director Catherine (36 Fillette) Breillat, Romance, is generating more discussion about its shots of pricks and nipples than its narrative or themes or performances. This is a little ironic, because the movie really isn't about erotic arousal or exploitation. In fact, it is, as its title suggests, about romance. Or more precisely, it's about the expectations, disappointments, and power dynamics that shape and destroy romance.
A balls-out stupid summer comedy where no one cares about special effects or plots making sense or even about characters winning or losing is not a bad thing. It is, rather, a representative thing.
Ready to Rumble is ostensibly a simple comedy of bumbling bumpkins - in this case lovers of professional wrestling - along the lines of Farrelly brothers' films like Dumb and Dumber and Kingpin.
It is The Royal Tenenbaums's hyperbole that both makes the fantasy so lively and reveals the self-delusions at its foundation.