reviews

I’m not quite sure how to feel about Entrapment. On the one hand, I enjoyed it a helluva lot more than I was expecting to. On the other hand, it could have been a helluva lot better.

Director Adrian Lynes’s Lolita garnered lashings of controversy when it was released — barely — in 1997. It appeared on the big screen for about five minutes before the cable network Showtime ‘dared’ to screen it. I use the word dare lightly because Lolita just isn’t the kind of offensive garbage the unwashed masses would like to think it is — trash like Armageddon and Con Air is infinitely more insidious.

Election is wickedly funny stuff, but what you as the viewer find funny is gonna be hugely dependent on whether you’re still worrying about homework and whom to invite to the prom. Election is decidedly not the latest in the recent slew of teen movies — it’s Generation X’s first sucker punch at the irritating kids snapping at our heels.

As not a particular fan of either Beatty or rap music, I was not expecting to enjoy Bulworth, so I was delightfully surprised to find myself totally won over by the film’s sharp satire and a performance by Beatty that is both wonderfully unrestrained and remarkably self-deprecating.

Elmore Leonard’s novels were hip and ironic before that was even cool. Now that the rest of the world has caught up with him in the 90s, movies based on his books (Get Shorty, Out of Sight) are big… and movies not based on his books but coming off as if they could be (Analyze This, Grosse Pointe Blank) are all the rage. Leonard is starting to hold sway with filmmakers across the pond, too, as two recent films — one from England, the other from Ireland — demonstrate.

I knew The Matrix was something special when I realized, halfway through the film, that I wasn’t fighting an urge to laugh at Keanu Reeves, as I usually do. He’s actually — and here’s something I never thought I’d say in reference to Reeves — good.

We’ve all heard of a thing that is greater than the sum of its parts. But can a thing be less than the sum of its parts? That’s how I feel about The Out-of-Towners, which should be less forgettable than it is. It has King Tut and Basil Fawlty and a Kid in the Hall, fer pete’s sake, and yet two days later I can barely recall it.

Disney hasn’t had much of a track record lately when it comes to live-action films — its latest, My Favorite Martian, is a forgettable mess, strangely full of both preschooler toilet humor and situations way too risque for young eyes. So how delightful it is to find that Mighty Joe Young is a family movie in the old style — it’s Brothers-Grimm scary but not bloody or overly violent, it doesn’t offer a single fart joke, and you won’t need to cover the kids’ eyes during the love scene, which consists only of a sweet, romantic kiss.