L awrence of Arabia made me love movies. When I was a boy, the scene where Peter O'Toole's Lawrence first ventures into the desert was a transformative experience. David Lean's majestic direction, combined with Maurice Jarre's lush, romantic score and Freddie Young's jaw-dropping 70mm cinematography, formed a moment of magnificent magic. For the first time,…
F ull disclosure: I left the Scream franchise for dead about three sequels ago. After all, a bunch of bratty know-it-alls riffing on stale horror tropes is cute for one movie, but it starts gettin' old real quick. By the third installment, these flicks started losing a lot of blood, and seemed destined for a…
T ake a poll of the most iconic movie scenes in history, and a lot of the same answers will pop up: Dorothy Gale singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" would make the list. So would Don Vito Corleone, stroking a stray cat and making offers nobody could refuse. And then there's Casablanca. Even people who've…
T he first Shazam! flick was a refreshing blast that proved the DCEU could go an entire movie without sticking its proverbial wiener in the mashed potatoes. Too bad, then, that Fury of the Gods spends 130 insufferable minutes plunging right back into the butter and chives. This is the worst kind of superhero sequel--bigger and louder,…
N ew York City has been a supporting character in many films, but it’s never been so villainous as in The Warriors. For 92 bleak and bleary-eyed minutes, a group of surly young gang members must navigate the length of a city that wants to destroy them. Every inch of that journey is a grimy, post-apocalyptic…
I n my years working retail, I once met a man very much like Otto Anderson. He was sour and belligerent, often muttering hideous and hateful diatribes under his breath. Restaurant servers and grocery clerks scattered at the sight of him, like frightened Tokyoites from a raging Godzilla. He was almost universally despised, but I…
P latoon isn't so much about the loss of innocence as the wholesale devastation of it. The opening scene depicts something familiar in war epics: A transport of clean-shaven, clueless teenagers debark into a jungle hellscape they could never imagine: Black soot-smoke blocks out the sun. The very ground mixes into a muck of mud…
I did not enjoy 80 for Brady. Believe me, I wanted to. After all, the film centers on the pure devotion of four true sports fans. I'm a diehard follower of the Oklahoma City Thunder. One year, the team was in the midst of a deep playoff run, and I hosted regular watch parties.…
B low isn't so much a cousin to Goodfellas and Boogie Nights as it is a shameless little brother who insists on copying their every move. Like those classic films, Blow shows us a bleary-eyed protagonist, done-in by a lifetime of bad decisions. George Jung (Johnny Depp) built and squandered a drug empire, pissed away any meaningful relationships,…
A re the Creed films every bit as formulaic as the Rocky sequels that spawned them? You betcha. By now, these stories might as well be paint-by-numbers for the audience, with only the James Bond franchise surpassing them for sheer predictability. Weird thing is, they still work really well. The performances are always top-notch, the fight scenes are…