Everywhere we’ve gone so far in Park City has had the buzzy feeling of anticipation of things to come. The Sundance makeover of the quaint ski town (where a ski lift really does come in straight through to the center of town! Seriously! It’s crazy!) is nearly complete: Main Street is chockablock with delivery trucks, Read More
It was an impressive enough funeral that took place at the modest Catholic church in White Plains on Feb. 13 of last year to memorialize the fallen 24-year-old New York Police Department officer Eric Hernandez.
There were police helicopters flying formations overhead, statements from the Mayor and the police commissioner, bagpipers and horns, drummers Read More
Seedy, sepia-tone losers struggling to survive in a Depression-era Hollywood of foggy alleys, rumpled bed linens, rat-infested palm trees, Jean Harlow cars and saloons with noxious sunshine bleeding through dirty Venetian blinds like Edward Hopper paintings: The images alone in Caleb Deschanel’s muted cinematography should make Ask the Dust something special in the junkyard of Read More
It’s a wrap: 2005 is over, and here’s what’s left of both the movies that will get you through the holidays and the space I’ve got to tell you about them. The Matador is a nice year-end surprise worth checking out. I don’t know why 52-year-old Pierce Brosnan, after four hit outings as James Bond, Read More
I will remember 2004 as the year I went on a date with Colin Farrell and got scorched by the inferno of his white-hot charisma. Our liaison, an epic tale of bleach, blood and bisexuality, proved to be every bit as emotionally draining as the tabloids had led me to believe it might be.
We Read More
Still bruised from a Presidential election that turned a lot of people sour, I feel doubly depressed after suffering through Mike Nichols’ new film Closer. Cold and mordant, it takes cynicism one step further. The premise here is that modern relationships, which are based on lies and deceit, like politics, have hit rock bottom, too. Read More
First, A Home at the End of the World was infamous for Colin Farrell’s full-frontal nude scene. Then it was notoriously overpublicized for not showing Colin Farrell’s full-frontal nude scene. The bottle-raising, rabble-rousing, never-shaving Irish renegade who comes across as a New Age Robert Blake, addressing the issue on television, has been joking, “Without that Read More
In the aftermath of Tom Cruise’s decision to leave his publicist of 14 years, PMK/HBH’s Pat Kingsley, some movie-industry Kremlinologists find it interesting that Andrea Jaffe is getting back into show business.
Back in the 80′s and early 90′s, Ms. Jaffe-the sister of producer and former Paramount Communications chief executive Stanley Jaffe and daughter of Read More
Josée Dayan’s Cet Amour-Là is not the kind of film I would recommend to anyone who found The Hours too depressing. Cet Amour-Là , from Ms. Dayan’s own screenplay, with dialogue in collaboration with Yann Andréa, Maren Sell and Gilles Taurand, based on the novel by Mr. Andréa, recounts the passionate and scandalous love affair Read More
Coline Serreau’s Chaos , from her own screenplay, promotes an amusing feminist bias: Its females are strong, intelligent, almost superhuman, and its males bullying, maladroit and too stupid to carry out their carelessly thought-out aggressions against women. Every fair-minded and clear-eyed viewer would like to believe that women always get their own back and that Read More
