Ray (review)

Talk about a handicap. Not the comedian-turned-serious-actor one, which was dispatched when Jamie Foxx turned in a smart, subtle performance in this summer’s Collateral. No: To portray a beloved cultural figure in a big-budget, Oscar-bound biopic (translation: pots of money and tons of prestige are riding on this one), Foxx divests himself of a sensitive … more…

Duel (review)

“Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear” would sound like a threat to poor Dennis Weaver, who’s just driving along a desert highway, minding his own business, when an 18-wheeler leaps out from behind a rock, like Wiley Coyote after the Road Runner, only way more competent. This is, famously, Steven Spielberg’s (Catch … more…

Saw (review)

I tell ya, if ‘reality TV’ was like this, I’d actually watch it. Let’s put some real bite into *Survivor.* If some unknown, untalented schmuck wants to be an instant celebrity *and* take home a million bucks, he should have to gnaw his own foot off and put a bullet in some other fame-whore first.

Birth (review)

The spooky kid here? He doesn’t see dead people, he *is* dead people. And that’s how *Birth* differs from *The Sixth Sense.* Oh, and *Birth* is quite horrendously bad, too.

Undertow, Around the Bend, Sideways, p.s., and The Machinist (review)

I’m not a huge fan of David Gordon Green — I found his much-lauded debut *George Washington* ponderously and self-consciously “arty” and his recent *All the Real Girls* simply dull. But with *Undertow,* Green (and fellow screenwriters Lingard Jervey and Joe Conway) attempts narrative, quite a bold move for a filmmaker who’d seemed content merely to photograph in a painterly way ugly or merely unseen ordinariness. He’s still doing that here, looking at people and places with a fresh, uncritical eye, but there’s more story to go with it this time. Call me bourgeois, but I like a story.

Stage Beauty and Being Julia (review)

These are flawed and fascinating people: *Stage Beauty*’s Edward Kynaston, the based-on-reality Restoration-era (1660s) actor who played female roles at a time when women were forbidden to do so; and *Being Julia*’s Julia Lambert, a 1930s W. Somerset Maugham character treading the boards in the West End. Both are superstars, coddled and protected in their little bubbles of fame; everyone wants to bask in their reflected glory, which makes it harder, one supposes, for them to avoid always playing a part…

The Sugarland Express (review)

Be very afraid: It’s Goldie Hawn with a twang. Aw, Hawn’s (The Banger Sisters) fine, actually, as an ex-con mom frantic to save her child from being adopted away from her — they frown on felony moms in the state of Texas, apparently — but it kinda smells like a Lifetime MOW in here. This … more…

Surviving Christmas (review)

The annual holiday assault has arrived, and don’t think “assault” isn’t the right word; this is but the first dementedly wrongheaded satire on family and togetherness we’re in for this season. Ben Affleck (Jersey Girl) gets whacked in the noggin with a snow shovel and, in this neurologically altered state, decides to hire the awful … more…

Silk Stalkings: The Complete First Season (review)

It tries so hard to be wicked, does this “sexy” detective series, one of the 18 billion variations on the cop show producer Stephen J. Cannell pumped out during the 1970s, 80s, and 90s. Cannell’s series almost invariably did well in ratings game — this one ran for eight season from 1991 to ’98, first … more…

In Living Color: Season Two (review)

Whites, blacks, men, women, gays, straights: No one escapes the razor wit of producer-star Keenan Ivory Wayans’s (White Chicks) sketch comedy show, still pertinent and relevant nearly a decade and a half later. Groundbreaking not just for its interracial cast but for its truly integrated attitude, these 22-minute episodes, which feel longer than they are, … more…