Please see this movie. We need to let Hollywood know that there is, in fact, an audience for sophisticated drama for adults.
I’m not sure a better cast has ever gone more ickily astray than in this most misbegotten of dramedies…
Plus: the shocking number of British actors who have not been in a Harry Potter movie; is Wikileaks’ Julian Assange being persecuted?; we don’t need no stinkin’ objectivity in journalism; and more.
Cats tell the story of this most American of holidays, Thanksgiving, coming up next week. Features lots of pictures of cats that look like they’re praying. Weird.
Sure, there are a big handful of films that take place in part around Thanksgiving, but I can think of only three (and one of them is a stretch) that are really about the holiday: Home for the Holidays and Pieces of April, both of which revolve around the family dinner, and Planes, Trains and … more…
Hate ta tell ya, but you’re not gonna be wakin’ up, little turkey dude. (Funny renditions of “New York, New York” always crack me up…)
What I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving eve: that Sarah Palin is not going to be our vice president in a few months, and that people who think like this has been repudiated: This is not, by the way, a joke: these folks are completely serious. (Hat tip to my friend and fellow film critic Dan … more…
What with the new DVD release of Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoedsack’s 1933 *King Kong* and the anticipation over Peter Jackson’s about-to-be-released homage, the eternal question is renewed: Just why the hell did the natives on Skull Island build an anti-Kong wall… and then put a Kong-size door in it?
Family: It’s what Thanksgiving is all about, isn’t it? I mean, besides the waiting for the arrival of Santa to wrap up the Macy’s parade in the morning and the gorging in the afternoon and the massive cleanup in the evening. In between Wednesday’s hard-hitting Eyewitness News dispatches from the embeds at the departures terminal at the airport and Friday’s disgusting Roman bread-and-circuses spectacle of hoards of deranged women in patchwork snowman sweatshirts racing for the $8.74 DVD players in Wal-Mart at 5:30am, there’s a whole day to just hang out with the people you love while the turkey roasts.
Miracle on 34th Street is, as all of us who love this classic film know, the story of how Macy’s department store in New York City not only found the real Santa Claus but hired him to, well, play Santa Claus.