At the elegant National Board of Review's Awards Gala at Cipriani 42nd Street this week, fine films were respectfully feted. But, those speeches! On this occasion coming up on the Golden Globes weekend, a subtext emerged.
For those of us who grew up in the suburbs in the pre-home video, pre-Internet and pre-cable TV 1970s and early '80s, there were few dangerous pleasures as heady as sneaking into an R-rated movie at the local multiplex.
With a fanbase of literally billions, Shah Rukh Khan, King Khan or SRK to his fans, shook the city at a special event to honor the Indian film star opening night at the 11th annual Marrakesh International Film Festival.
What do I have in common with Ellen DeGeneres, Russell Brand, Oprah, David Lynch, Martin Scorsese, and Russell Simmons? Probably not all that much, but... we all practice TM, Transcendental Meditation.
Hugo, which is virtually Scorsese's love letter to the world of cinema, is one which only movie purists could love. It is beautifully filmed, lovingly acted, but far too tedious in its telling of its story.
Just when you start believing there's no hope for anything daring and original coming out of Movieland, something gets released that surprises you. The Artist is one such movie -- and what's new about it is that it's old.
The utter lack of any wide releases next weekend plus the likely downward plunge for Breaking Dawn part I means that The Muppets will likely top the box office next weekend. There clearly is an audience for this 35-year-old franchise.