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Bad Things Happen When You Leave the City Well, there goes my dream of driving across Australia. I used to think, Hey, if I’m ever gonna go to all the expense of traveling to the opposite side of the planet, and spend 24 hours on a plane to get there, I’m not gonna go for … more…
Nora Ephron’s delightful film is perhaps the epitome of the modern romantic comedy to which many a movie has aspired and few have even approached in its warmth, naturalness, and genuine spirit of amour.
This live-action 1960s Disney furball adventure flick is lot less charming than it surely was back in the Kennedy era. Poor Lobo! He’s not bad, he’s just misunderstood, even by his own film.
Compulsively compelling, in the same way that you just can’t help but glance through the Weekly World News while you’re standing online at the supermarket checkout.
A thoroughly absurd homeless-men-as-prey-for-gun-happy-rich-schmucks action flick. Lacks all suspense and mystery, though it thinks it has some sort of social conscience. It does not.
Spider-Man, Spider-Man / Kicked Harry Potter in the can / Blockbuster, all the way / Hundred mill in just three days / Geek out! Here comes the Spider-Man!
Elvis Presley takes a job as a roustabout at a carnival, gets slapped by a lot by girls with frighteningly waspish waists, and sings corny carny songs. In superbright Technicolor! Silly movie.
So wonderful and so rare a film, gentle and warmly humanistic, about two people falling in love depicted plainly, honestly, and — in a way that often eludes Hollywood — with amiable realism.
This gorgeously shot 1961 Disney movie is half awwww-inspiring romp through evergreen forests, half near-documentary about the Darwinian horrors of the food chain disguised as a kiddie flick.
What if the dude who played Nosferatu in that great old 1922 silent German horror movie was actually really a vampire? Cool.
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