The Holiday (review)
“You look like my Barbie doll,” a little girl tells Cameron Diaz. Bingo!
“You look like my Barbie doll,” a little girl tells Cameron Diaz. Bingo!

Oh, it’s totally a chick flick: there’s all sorts of stuff about shoes, and there will be some happy tears at the end. But it’s the good kind of chick flick, about real women with real problems that other real women can identify with.
If there’s any truth to the saying that cynics are nothing but disappointed optimists, then Shrek is the very embodiment of it, its cheery and confident optimistic heart beating underneath a tough outer layer that’s grim and twisted, one that seems at first to have given up on fantasy.

An out-of-work puppeteer unwittingly discovers a portal into the brain of actor John Malkovich. That bald description of the film’s strikingly original concept doesn’t even begin to cover how deliciously odd Being John Malkovich is.