Rushmore (review)

I wanted to like Rushmore. I really did. While I was watching it, I kept telling myself: This is exactly the kind of movie I complain there aren’t enough of, with inventive characters, an unpredictable plot, and a fresh, off-kilter point of view. So what’s not to like?

Outside Providence (review)

The Farrelly brothers have done it again. If you liked There’s Something About Mary and want to feel all hip and happening by catching an independent film — even though you usually hate those talky, obscure pieces of crap — then Outside Providence is the film for you.

Very Bad Things (review)

Very Bad Things is an ugly film about ugly people doing ugly things, and I am ashamed to admit that I actually kinda liked it. My own sense of humor is fairly mordant, but this is still the blackest black comedy I’ve ever found reason to chuckle at.

The Sixth Sense (review)

So while I am both a bit dismayed and smugly satisfied to report that yes, I was correct in guessing what The Sixth Sense’s big twist is (I won’t reveal it here!), I am overjoyed to report that not only is there much more to this film that just its twist, watching the film with full knowledge of its big secret adds new layers to enjoy.

Strange Justice (review)

To this day, the names epitomize the he-said/she-said nature of sexual harassment. But as Strange Justice shows, the truth of the matter was not so up in the air. The truth, in fact, was an ignored casualty in an all-out, inside-the-Beltway, public relations war.

Mickey Blue Eyes and Mafia! (review)

Martin Scorsese may have moved on (his next film, Bringing Out the Dead, sounds like ER meets that spooky kid who sees dead people in The Sixth Sense), but great Mob drama is still alive on TV — see HBO’s excellent The Sopranos — and most of the comedies are duds. The Mafia’s movie image is ripe for parody, as Analyze This demonstrated so ably, but as Mickey Blue Eyes and Mafia! show, Mob comedies are usually more hit than miss.

Shiloh and Shiloh 2: Shiloh Season (review)

Shiloh — based on Phyllis Reynolds Naylor’s Newbery Medal-winning book and directed by Dale Rosenbloom — is the kind of children’s movie you will not find many examples of today. It does not pander to kids’ baser instincts — a predilection for toilet humor, for instance — in order to keep kids glued to the screen with cheap, juvenile jokes. Instead, kids will be enthralled by Shiloh because it dares to explore issues that parents often fail to talk about with their children.

Celebrity (review)

I get a kick out of Kenneth Branagh’s American accent. I don’t know why — probably the fact that it’s just so darn good is part of the reason. So I amused myself by listening to it for a few minutes as Celebrity opened… until I realized that Branagh was doing Woody Allen.

Bowfinger (review)

Chubby Rain may be a disaster in the making, but Bowfinger itself, written by Martin, has one of the best scripts to hit the screen this year: slyly and outrageously funny, by turns edgy and sweet. I suspect that Bobby Bowfinger is more Steve Martin than appearances might suggest.