Received in 1976 as a parody of network news, Chayevsky’s pessimistic morality play, about reality television and how the news could be big entertainment, proved prophetic. It’s a story about Howard Beale, a man who raged about his individuality, and
Billy Elliot and the Radiating Cost of Dreams
Billy Elliot sure is one ugly duckling. Clambering to escape a prison of masculinity wardened by an overbearing father, Billy uses dance as a means of escape and a bludgeon against the prison created by his blue collar mining town.
The Searchers: We’re the Critters That Keep On Critiquin’
Considered an industry staple after the fact, The Searchers was released to a tepid response from audiences. Critics couldn’t help but appreciate Ford’s directorial eye, and Wayne’s commanding presence. But, as Bosley Crowther of the New York Times puts it,
Garden State – Letting Go of Home
How do you complement Garden State without sounding like an arrogant phony? This self-centered navel-gazer paved the way for a number of knock-off twenty-something movies with characters who griped over how their lives were meaningless while standing at the apex
Gone with the Wind: A Weakness for Lost Causes
Gone with the Wind is no gentleman. It’s a good thing I’m no lady. The best selling movie of all time (adjusting for inflation) summons forth an idealized South; a timeless world which can never go away because it was
Westworld: Yul Brynner is our new Robot Overlord
You know how in Jurassic Park, Dr. Jeff Goldblum says “If The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don’t eat the tourists”? Well, um… Welcome to Westworld! A vast amusement park where human replicants act out scenes from
First Blood: Maybe Let Rambo Keep His Knife
AKA “Escalation: the Movie”. John Rambo is just your ordinary green beret killing machine out for a lovely walk through the Washington countryside when a local sheriff suggests he should take a bath, and maybe use a smaller knife to
The Birds: Raven Reviews With No Egrets
Lock the doors! Board the windows! Bring in the patio tablecloth, and move the bird bath into the garage! They’re coming! The Birds are coming! Tom Lacallaide and I crack open a bag of Haribo Gummy Colas, as we respond
The Fifth Element doesn’t Multipass. It’s Hot, Hot, Hot
If Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets didn’t work with audiences, it may be because director Luc Besson was saddled with an impossible standard. The Fifth Element, his first stab at SciFi, was jam-packed with quirky choices and
The Little Prince: I’m Not Crying, You Are
Joseph Rousseau and I make visible that which is essential about the 2015 adaptation of The Little Prince. We put on our brave faces for the show and definitely didn’t bawl our eyes out between takes. Is… is this studio