Sunday, January 1 1995
For Weber, Sir Wilfred Thesiger's craggy face holds as much wonder and wisdom as Peter Johnson's taut torso.
Jo's 'knack for faith' isn't always predicated on good business sense, but hey, she wears great club-ideal outfits (sheer blouses, pretty accessories, and tight jeans), and her clients love her.
Within the first moments of her debut feature, 'La Ciénaga', writer/director Lucrecia Martel demonstrates a piercing sensibility and a sharp eye.
From the start of John Stockwell's 'crazy/beautiful', Nicole is set up to be both typical and freaky, the kind of adolescent girl you've seen in a million other high school and/or 'crazy white girl' movies.
Here the primary players are caught between forging their futures (individual and communal) and regretting their pasts, conjuring up a civilization in an unforgivably brutal environment.
The girls are less reduced to t&a than they are passionately independent, passably intelligent, and definitely not taking any shit from their over-stimulated male bar patrons, whom one 'coyote' describes as having 'little toddlers in their pants.'"
As one of four producers for the film, Travolta helped to secure the $100 million independent financing, most of which seems to have gone into the Psychlos' elaborate dreadlocked wigs and the enormous platform boots that make the big meanies look eight feet tall and terribly slow on their feet.
Using a Mexican immigrant to talk about class in America, director Ken Loach explores the ways that race and ethnicity are intricately bound to questions of empowerment and wealth.
In comparison to this club's bunch of self-involved twentysomethings [in 'The Broken Hearts Club'], Dawson and his pals on the 'Creek' are living on the edge.
Messy, outrageous, and mostly brilliant, 'Bamboozled' is bound to make trouble. And I can't think of a more important trouble to make.
You might love a film about unspeakably wealthy whiteboy stock traders that opens by quoting Biggie Smalls. Then again, you might hate it. The citation is surely reverent, but it also reveals a certain confusion concerning early Biggie rhymes, and maybe hip-hop in general.
In her diary, Bridget Jones is a star.