if you’re not reading my Film.com postings…
…you missed my post today about Jill Foster’s documentary film site…
…you missed my post today about Jill Foster’s documentary film site…
The surface is still a lot of goofy crap, but the subtext is a sneaky and unexpected stroll through the dilemmas of modern feminism.
It’s still all heaving bosoms and handsome men in uniform and Darcy smoldering and smirking his way through insufferable country balls and Elizabeth being efforlessly witty and clever…
Pick the least likely employee of the month…
If you’re in one of four cities.
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Surprise! This is as fresh, as clever, as lively, as huggable, as satisfying as animated movies get.
Bad movie? You’re soaking in it. And yet again a quote from ‘Mystery Science Theater 3000’ saves the day…
If *Clueless* is Jane Austen for people who don’t know from books, then *Scoundrels* is farce for people who think Restoration comedy is when you spill a barrel of doorknobs in a fancy hardware store.
What do you do when you’re confronted with maybe the most wonderfully strange, most magically enchanting, most heartachingly romantic movie you’ve ever seen?