
Jersey Boys movie review: it’s not only rock ’n’ roll…
Director Clint Eastwood’s discomfort with his own material is enormous and obvious. Does he just not get pop music, or is he actively disdainful and suspicious of it?
Director Clint Eastwood’s discomfort with his own material is enormous and obvious. Does he just not get pop music, or is he actively disdainful and suspicious of it?
A debauched end-of-empire horror story disguised as an outrageous comedy, with remarkable performances from Leonardo DiCaprio and Jonah Hill.
Bursting with insanely engaging characters who are impossibly real and impossibly ridiculous whose stories you don’t ever want to end.
Oh. I thought this was a werewolf movie. Guess I’ll have to make do with a new Martin Scorsese flick.
Though based on copious interviews mob killer Richard Kuklinski gave from prison, this barely broaches the great mystery of his life…
It’s Oldfellas. Ever since I got out of the nursing home, I wanted to go back to being a gangster.
Mine? GoodFellas, a film that rocked me when I first saw and has stuck with me ever since, and one that I never fail to thoroughly enjoy on re-viewings.
Sometimes uncomfortable, often funny, and always electrifying…
Me? I cannot ever hear Eric Clapton’s “Layla” and not think of GoodFellas…
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