There's a rotten core at the center of Lubitsch's Heaven Can Wait. No matter how engaging I find Haskell and Sariss's enchantment with the film, I cannot accede to their critical adulation of it and of Henry.
In the Coen Brothers' The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, there's something altogether new about having revisionist western ideas filtered through their rich sense of character, black comedy, and their penetrating awareness of humanity's fatal imperfections.
Glen Campbell was enlisted to record demos for Elvis Presley because Campbell could sing in the same key and replicate Presley's distinctive style. The songs on Sings for the King were intended only for Elvis to hear.