I ran across Anthony Minghella's The Talented Mr. Ripley on HBO last night. It was late and had been a long day. I figured I'd watch a few minutes, wind down, then hit the sack. Of course, I couldn't take my eyes off it for the duration.
Perhaps our 50 state legislatures should look to South Africa's lead and re-examine their state statutes of limitations on rape and sexual assault.
This weekend, it is a year since Philip Seymour Hoffman died, with a needle in his arm; and this year, it is a century since drugs were first criminalized. These two events may be connected. If the war on drugs had never happened, there is a significant chance that his death would not have happened either.
As the year winds to a close, the media is spitting out "Best of 2014" lists on fashion and political blunders as fast as people can think of them. ...
Usually, when you play "Whatever Happened To...?" it's with some washed-up celebrity. You track the downward career spiral of a Max Baer Jr, a Johnny Whittaker, a Kim Kardashian (not yet, but one day, one day), and get a concentrated lesson in the impermanence of fame.
At this point, it seems pretty pointless to review a new entry in The Hunger Games series.
The costumes and sets are inventive, but, again, bleak and lacking in any color. And while, granted, this is not a remake of The Sound of Music, I longed for relief from the extended suffering.
Michael J. Burg whispers his wisdom conspiratorially to me across our luxurious table at the Russian Tea Room.
Over a third of the 14 films in competition at the Deauville American Film Festival this year were genre pieces -- thriller or suspense or horror -- from Ana Lily Amirpour's vampire flick A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night to the political thriller A Most Wanted Man featuring Philip Seymour Hoffman.
A Most Wanted Man is adapted from the John Le Carre novel and it's almost impossible to parse the numerous moral dilemmas that the movie poses amidst the fog of smoke.
If you like drug movies and avoided this cheese-tastic James Woods-Sean Young movie from the 80s -- well, I don't blame you. When it came out, it looked terrible. And what's more, it is sort of terrible.
It has been more than half a century since Death of a Salesman, and I wonder if it was written today what Willy would be like? How would he respond to Muslims, homosexuals, or President Obama?
"OH. MY. GOD. It's Mick Jagger!!"
When I asked first-time director Tim Guinee about the challenges of adapting Horton Foote's play The One Armed Man for a short film, he laughed as he recalled a piece of advice from fellow filmmaker Peter Hedges.
This is almost supernatural in the annals of Hollywood lore. Ginger ('she who screams'), the human vampire groupie, former Fangtasia waitress and frequent comic relief, will be a central character in the final ten episodes.