Please, No More Hollywood Movies About Hollywood Movies
What is this growing trend of Hollywood movies being made about Hollywood movies? Is it narcissism? Lack of imagination?
What is this growing trend of Hollywood movies being made about Hollywood movies? Is it narcissism? Lack of imagination?
The 95th Academy Awards laid bare a political contradiction, and an attempt to fix a lack of previous recognition for Jamie Lee Curtis was controversial. But is Hollywood still just flirting with the change it needs to make?
Katt Shea’s subversive 1992 erotic thriller Poison Ivy, like its teenage villainess, is misunderstood, and American media remains obsessed with devious girls.
In Brainwashed, Nina Menkes intersperses film clips and candid interviews to open our eyes to the myopic viewpoint present in our most cherished Hollywood films.
Flicker Alley’s set of Hollywood B-films from 1934 provide sociological snapshots of the limits of respectable cinema.
As a critic of both films and literature, Matthew Specktor has a balanced touch that keeps the scales even in his memoir, Always Crashing in the Same Car.
A lyrical ode to Hollywood beauties Montgomery Clift and Elizabeth Taylor, the An American Tragedy-inspired A Place in the Sun casts a long noirish shadow.
Ronald Brownstein’s ode to ’70s Los Angeles is, like so many California stories, less about a sustained moment than a bright and briefly thrilling mirage.
Andrew Gelwicks interviews celebrities and other “beautiful people” who have come out of the closet and benefited from it.
We can never have too many Jewish Atheists from Brooklyn publishing essays about life as they see it. Actress Melanie Chartoff's 'Odd Woman Out' has me wanting more.
William Wyler's Roman Holiday crosses the postcard genre with a hardy trope: Old World royalty seeks escape from stuffy, ritual-bound, lives for a fling with the modern world, especially with Americans.
Junior Burke knocks James Dean's bad-boy-gone-too-soon off the iconic pedestal in his latest book, The Cold Last Swim.