OK, it’s Valentine’s Day weekend, which I guess means it’s the season to be sappy. Oh, I know it’s not the sort of moviegoing thing that most people—especially of the male persuasion—are apt to admit to liking. Indeed, it’s common to decry the existence of such movies with great disdain, cynicism and even claims of outright nausea.
The pickings look decidedly less grim this week than last. And there’s undeniably something for just about everyone, running the gamut from PG- to R-rated fare. Now, exactly how well each category is represented remains to be seen.
Maybe it’s because the Oscars got it so very right last year—so far as I was concerned—but I find it hard to work up any great enthusiasm for this year’s awards.
When Richard Lester finished filming The Three Musketeers (1973), he and the producers realized they had enough story and enough footage to turn one film into two, prompting The Four Musketeers (1974)—and one of the more famous lawsuits in the history of film. (The cast had only signed and been paid for one movie.) In […]
Three movies open this week: Crazy Heart (review in this week’s Xpress), Dear John and From Paris With Love. The first is worth consideration. As for the other two …
In just two weeks the much anticipated and much delayed remake of The Wolf Man comes howling into town. With that in mind, it strikes me that maybe we should go ahead and take another look at the original—and allow enough time for anyone so inclined to actually watch or rewatch the 1941 parent film.
More than the light dusting of snow I awoke to this morning, this week’s mainstream releases are a testament to the fact that winter is still very much upon us.
Perhaps it’s because horror was the genre that seriously attracted me to movies in the first place, but I’ve never found them to be wholly deserving of their reputation as somehow less than films of just about any other genre.
