This was the summer when the movies were so bad, people were reduced to
complaining about a Mel Gibson film they hadn't seen.
Here's our man, starring in a movie about himself.
If you've seen Pleasantville--the story of teenagers who are
magically transported from 1990s reality into 1950s television--you know
that its writer-director, Gary Ross, has a sly respe
It's always good fun to see a boy wax romantic over the first girl to
give him a handjob--and if the boy should be a black-hatted Jew, the fun
is only improved.
This Independence Day, the symbolic struggle being waged on thousands of
screens across the Empire pits Reese Witherspoon against Arnold
Schwarzenegger, gooey-sweet girl against impassive (but
I have often been asked the difference between movie reviews and film
criticism; and after much thought, I've decided the answer is about one
Romeo Dallaire has the name of a silent-movie star and a face to match:
clear eyes, ample mustache, chin of cleft granite.
In the film from which there is no escape and no going back, The
Matrix, the writer-director team of Andy and Larry Wachowski
presented a grim choice between truth and illusion.
This week, all true movie lovers will rush to see a violent and
fantastic special-effects thriller, in which a character endowed with
uncanny powers rips through the veil of illusion that is no
International cinema has an irresistible new pair of reprobates:
middle-aged brothers who can do no right in their lives and no wrong
before the camera.