Invisibility is perhaps desirable if you are going to be the mistress of one of the most popular writers of all time. The story of Charles Dickens' mi...
I think that our time has come in Hollywood, and more and more movies will be made celebrating the refusal of Baby Boomers to slip politely into the crevices reserved for the old in our society.
I wear slips under dresses and send hand-written thank you notes. I don't discuss bodily functions in mixed company and consider it an honor to be asked for a recipe after a dinner party. In sum: I was raised a good girl. And it is damn frustrating.
The Red franchise (for this is number two) is an adaptation of a D.C. Comics product. And yes, on the surface, it does the usual fast-paced, guns-fighting-martial-arts and multiple locations type show. Which is no bad thing.
Apropos of nothing, here's one of those chicken/egg quandaries: Which is more unnecessary: a sequel or a remake? They're often the same thing.
As Monsters University (and its 2001 predecessor, Monsters, Inc.) proves, a solid comedy is a solid comedy, no matter how it's made.
Gavin Keilly's GBK Productions is a multi-level company that specializes in helping non-profits and businesses grow to the next level. It does so with...
Girls are taught that motherhood is a desired natural state; a state which is a normal progression in our lives as females. Even today, the emphasis is on motherhood first, career second, and that is wrong. Motherhood doesn't define womanhood.
The first question the film raises isn't about the murder. It's an issue that comes up with both Pacino and with Mamet today: are you getting the good or the evil twin?
It is a mark of Western culture that we are obsessed with watching the tale of one's "fall from grace." But why?
A ticket to see Helen Mirren playing the queen in The Audience might well be a more rewarding experience than securing an audience with her real-life counterpart.
Due to one of those odd coincidences, theater at the moment seems to be about chairs. Rowan Atkinson sits in a relatively comfy one throughout the flawless revival of Simon Gray's Quartermaine's Terms, at Wyndham's.
I can't presume that I've seen every terrible movie out there, but I tried to highlight films that were both very bad and whose respective failures meant something more than just their artistic inadequacy.
Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren take what could have been an ordinary film and elevate it to the status of one of the year's best. Hitchcock would be proud.
I turned 50 last week. My younger friends smiled sympathetically and offered hugs, as if I'd just received a cancer diagnosis. Older ones grinned conspiratorially, as if I'd suddenly succumbed to their evil charms and crossed over to the dark side.
Hitchcock is two things that I despise: It pointlessly rewrites history to give us conformist, pandering character arcs for the sake of 'playing to the masses' and it also takes what should be an adult film and plays it to the level of young children.