I don’t need to crack open that mighty tome (or see the glam new adaptation) to know that Anna Karenina is screwed. She’s a wealthy, well-married aristocrat who’s about to step out on her spouse. More importantly: she’s a she. Infidelity, an issue that plagues rich & poor, real & fictional, rarely turns out well for any involved parties, but particularly for the gals.
While employees hate training videos, watching them for sport can be a treat. “Glad that’s not my job!” you can say, procrastinating from your actual job. Over the weekend, I fell in a YouTube hole and came out with some of the best specimens of this genre on the whole Internet. Forget Buñuel and Dalí; the real masterpieces of 20th century surrealism are the training videos of Showbiz Pizza Place.
Bond. Jimmy Bond? The boys debate the merits of Connery, Moore and Craig.
For this viewer, Barry Levinson really only made one film: 1990’s Avalon. It’s the film I would argue he was put on this earth to make, the one he had to make. The singular Longtime Companion, also released in theaters in 1990, was a film that had to be made as well, if for the greater good.
Taking the measure of these various early enthusiasms—certainly they are not the only ones, but they are important ones—a clear pattern emerges: a distinct preference for the funhouse mirror reflection to the original object, even at the price of an ignorance of the genuine item.
It’s true, people. You are, in fact, going die. Sorry. I mean, don’t feel too bad. I’m going to die too. And so is Christopher Walken, and every other cast member of A Late Quartet, a new mortality-reminder released just in time for the holidays. To get you into the spirit of things, I’ve rounded up a few more movies about death to help get you psyched for your own big sleep. Memento Mori, gentle reader.
My shrugging attitude toward Sinister was, however, soon transformed into eager anticipation once it became clear that something about it was, well, off-putting. Seems critics were bothered in some real and fundamental way, and I’ve got news for them—that’s the genre’s job. If a horror film doesn’t scrape or bruise your comfortable middle-class worldview a little, even if by way of subtexts you’re not conscious of, then it’s a dud. If it sends you out galled and/or freaked, then it’s … Read More
Weather is not as kind to or as fond of the trial-and-error method of the movie business. We have only a “pretty good” idea of what’s about to hit. And prediction, after all, aides in preparation, not in prevention. When John Carter flops, Disney takes a loss, but also knows not to take a further loss by making a sequel. Greenlighting Sandy’s successor, on the other hand, isn’t up to us.