Doubly dated, lacking in humor and subtext, its impressive cast deliberately underutilized, this is little more than an exercise in gorgeous production design.
It’s Valentine’s Day, and you can’t avoid the stench of cheap chocolates, smelly flowers, and desperation in the air. So let’s embrace it.
Aaron Cutler at Slant Magazine opens an essay on a Cary Grant retrospective at the Brooklyn Academy of Music — which is, for the New York neophyte, a major forum for film, too — like this: Viewership is by nature bisexual. It compels us to take on the perspectives of men desiring women, of women … more…
I’d never seen Casablanca before — sure, bits and pieces here and there while channel surfing, but not as much as I thought I’d seen. And watching it at last was like a revelation. This is the ultimate movie. This is the purpose for which Hollywood invented itself. This is how good a film can be.