Month: February 2001

Lecter is no longer Lecter but a cardboard cutout of Lecter. And Starling, in her stubborn dedication to catch Lecter, is no longer Starling but a cardboard cutout of Starling. It’s neither actor’s fault — Hopkins is obviously having a ball, and Moore picks up confidently where Foster left off.

Amy is eight years old, vivacious and creative… and apparently deaf and mute since she witnessed the horrible death of her beloved father, a rock musician, three years earlier. Her mother, Tanya, withdrew from the world in her own way, hiding out with her daughter on a remote Australian farm. But when child welfare agents … more…

What can one possible say about a movie like Valentine? It’s exactly what you’d expect it to be: stupid, oversexed, rich, young white people getting killed in various gruesome ways. Slasher flicks are so indistinguishable from one another that I’m not entirely sure that this is a new film. It’s quite possible that I saw this back in 1997. And 1993. And 1989. And 1979.

Head Over Heels. The Wedding Planner. So this is the state of romantic comedy these days: it isn’t romantic and it isn’t funny, unless, perhaps, you’re a 12-year-old girl for whom swooing over totally gorgeous guys is a new thing and totally planning your totally romantic wedding is your hobby. Where are the romantic comedies for grownups — you know, like they used to make ’em? Where is the flirty banter? Where is the sexual tension? Where have all the Cary Grants and Katherine Hepburns gone?