
loaded question: what’s the most romantic movie you’ve ever seen?
My choice is easy: the infinitely wise, moving, and — yes — funny Truly, Madly, Deeply, starring Juliet Stevenson and Alan Rickman.

My choice is easy: the infinitely wise, moving, and — yes — funny Truly, Madly, Deeply, starring Juliet Stevenson and Alan Rickman.

This he-sees-dead-people drama slathers on the moping misery with a trowel, and indulges in a wishy-washy ambiguity that serves no purpose.
The other day I lamented the West End arrival next year of Ghost: The Musical. Today in the Telegraph there’s a review of the new stage version of Flashdance, and it ain’t pretty…
Someone make it stop…
This is what I am profoundly grateful for: Roman Polanski’s elegant, gripping thriller The Ghost Writer is not about teenaged girls, not in any way at all.
Cuz, sure, everyone’s talking about Dirty Dancing and Ghost, but let us never forget that Swayze also starred in the only 1980s kitsch flick about the Soviets invading America, and getting their Red butts kicked buy rednecks.
They didn’t ruin the movie, I promise. But some will disagree with me.
Maybe Ricky Gervais is a funny guy, but you’d never know it from this charmless excuse for a supernatural romantic comedy…
I know this PG-rated ‘thriller’ is supposed to be aimed at kids, but honestly, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo and the gang got into spookier situations than this.