Not only now but every week, I am reminded at two-minute intervals of the influence of Star Wars.
On April Fool's Day 1989, Leonid Loktev changed without warning into another person.
Thanks to the genius of millions, who over the generations have created our language, we may speak of the most uncanny experience in terms that suit the most common.
I coined the term "global brunch" several years ago after seeing a film of the Stravinsky-Cocteau Oedipus Rex as staged by Julie Taymor.
Hark! The squeal of the two-headed amphibian. Mating season must have begun.
After we admit that all historical circumstances are specific and all sufferings absolute--that Serbian "police" are not Nazis and ethnic Albanians not Jews (and NATO forces cannot be compared p
Like a guest at a potlatch, laughing to see his host's worldly goods go up in flames, I roared at The Matrix--roared and at the same time was humbled, knowing Warner Bros.
Like the telephone before it, television has been an instrument for overcoming American loneliness.
My friend Dennis Paoli says there are two kinds of horror movies, and since his screenwriting credits include Re-Animator, I treat his categories with respect.
Monday: Screening of Garry Marshall's The Other Sister, which seems to be about a goldfish.