Would I ever have ventured to see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers remade on a New York stage? Doubtful. All that death-defying Michael Kidd choreography cannot be replicated away from the camera, I would have thought. But outdoors in London in August? Why not?
I interviewed Pierce Brosnan in conjunction with his third outing as James Bond, in Michael Apted's The World Is Not Enough, in 1999. Brosnan was alternately charming, erudite, thoughtful and intense during our two hour chat.
There is nothing remotely second best about the highly anticipated sequel to the charming The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel which was released in 2011. The cast of that movie included Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton, Dev Patel and Maggie Smith.
No one wants to be deemed second-best, yet there it is, right in the title of the film: The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. The result when you succumb to sequel-itis: Let's take this delightful little surprise hit and try to duplicate its success without doing anything original.
Ol Parker is back as the screenwriter, and John Madden returns as the director. Both try to give this sequel the same feel as the first, but they've run out of ideas. Buying a new hotel seems like a giddy capitalistic exploit.
The best art is that which holds a mirror to our lives. So if we as a society are aging, so too should the talkies. And here Hollywood teaches us one of the most critical lessons about turning global population aging into a sustainable source of economic growth.
It took watching a recent Academy Award nominated film to put forth the following question. Are British actors superior in both talent and desirability, in most cases, than American actors? And it is such a question, which certainly is not the first time it's ever been asked.
Not quite young enough to consider yourself "just out of college," yet still not quite old enough to spend all your free time worrying about back pain, 25 is the first age where everyone seems to expect you to have figured it out, and you may be quietly losing your mind if you haven't.
If Prague were a planet, circling and spinning past the sun, it would be one that sends back light to those who take the time to look. A Mercury or Mars, let's say. Rich and purple and alert for steps upon its soil.
If you look only at the categories for acting, women come in for an equal share of the Oscars, and are often held in higher esteem than the men. But peeking behind the velvet curtains, the scene shifts.