Carnage refocuses itself in this film. Unlike the play, it is not simply about the breakdown of civilization -- or at least, of civilized behavior. It's about the very untwining of the ties that shelter civilization from the dominance of self-interest.
If you love Pixar, tip your hat to Don Bluth. He saw the sad, slow decline of Disney in the 1960s and broke away to create new movies that honored the legacy of Disney by being bold instead of sticking to a safe, bland formula.
I'm mystified by the seemingly constant frenzy online about whether or not the Farrelly brothers' longstanding urge to make a Three Stooges movie will ever get off the ground. It's toxic-remake mania taken to an extreme.
Far be it for me to ever correct the Boss, but as it turns out Bruce Springsteen was not a true televisionary; there are not "57 Channels And Nothing On" these days. Please tune in Sunday night, and see for yourself.
It's important for me to keep things in perspective when writing about Tammy Grimes, who's just finishing up a week-long engagement at Manhattan's Metropolitan Room. After all, she's 76 now. And yet, and yet: She's still enchanting.
The Oscar event is one of the few remaining common grounds we Americans can talk about without having to listen to Sean Hannity or Keith Olbermann. Like the Super Bowl, watching is a major social event.