The Guardian (review)
Bad movie? You’re soaking in it. And yet again a quote from ‘Mystery Science Theater 3000’ saves the day…
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?
Visions of ‘Blade Runner’ and 50s noir were clearly dancing in the head of the talented director…
Project Greenlight III… and it’s a doozy.
Oh, those rickety biplanes, all canvas and wood and held together by spit and a prayer, come taxiing out of the early morning fog and there’s the sad tin whistle music and the eager young men jumping to get up in the air and get themselves killed, and I’m a basket case from the get-go, all tears and sobby and having just the best time I can have at the movies: I. Am. Moved.
Isn’t there anything new to be said about the power of team sports to buck up kids’ self-esteem or about how men get scared about committing to relationships? Clichés become clichés because they work, because there’s some truth in them, but: Come. On.
He walked into my office like he knew he was trouble. “Name’s Hartnett,” he said. “I’m looking for my career.”
What began as the last project of Christopher Reeve has ended as a funny, sweet testament to their indefatigable endurance in the face of the most trying of circumstances.
It’s as if the WB took Harry Potter and turned it into ‘Five Hot Underwear Models Go Back to High School and Do Magic’…