The Coens' latest film Hail, Caesar! has the brothers returning to some of their favorite territory: kidnappings, old Hollywood, and the screwball comedy. And, as usual, it's a Coen brothers film through and through.
In Spectre, Craig's rather tortured take on the role, while retaining the grit of the actor's canny interpretation of Ian Fleming's literary conception, relaxes a bit into a suaver sort of self-confidence. He even exhibits a newfound compassion and sense of proportion.
Back in the good old days, Agent 007 was sent to save the world from nuclear blackmail, errant satellites, cornering the gold market and so on. In 2016 we're treated to a crusade to rid the world of super computers and spy cameras.
Wit, non-stop action, and a liberated heroine make Spectre -- that is breaking records in the UK -- a blockbuster delight. Spectre a criminal spy organization is masterminded by Christoph Waltz, the champion of naughty.
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?
he Oscar nominations were announced and so many well-deserved performances and films were honored by that gold guy who bares a striking resemblance to a thinner and taller Ed Asner. That said, as is the case each year, many, many people and movies were left off the ballot.
Tina Fey and Amy Poehler bring their special brand of hostess-ness to the 72nd Golden Globes this Sunday. There are more amazing honorees than you can shake a statue at, but Culturalist users have been doing their part to identify the best-of-the-best.
Say whatever else you want to about 2014, here's one thing I know for sure. It had 365 days. And since new movies opened on screens across the USA on a great many of those days, I feel compelled to consider the year in films.
Owing to a web of legal rights so complex it could have been knotted by one of Bond's diabolical nemeses, the official 007 series hasn't been able to use the character of iconic cat-stroking supervillain Ernst Stavro Blofeld since 1971's Diamonds are Forever.
There are, I am increasingly convinced, but two kinds of people in this world: People who hate Wes Anderson films and human beings. At the Hotel Andersonia, art trumps evil every time, that's why we keep coming back every year.