Worth Seeing
[See “He Wore a Yellow Stripe,” The American Spectator of April, 2007, under “Articles”]
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What? You don’t buy Angelina Jolie in the role of Sherlock Holmes, the FBI’s ace sleuth who falls for a serial killer? Too bad. Warner Brothers and D.J. Caruso think you’ll go see it anyway.
Nobody could be in favor of Victorian hypocrisy anymore. So why do we continue to bash it — and congratulate ourselves for being superior?
A period piece from the great days of the nouvelle vague and imitation French noir. You should get a kick out of it.
Movies about novelists can be even more deadly boring and narcissistic than novels about novelists. Wonder Boys, directed by Curtis Hanson from an adaptation by Steve Kloves of Michael Chabon’s novel, is a case in point. Not only is the movie far too taken up with writers and writerliness, it is a movie made according…
The Tao of Steve by Jenniphr Goodman is a likeable little slacker film set in (or near) Santa Fe, but a little too top-heavy with talk — in particular philosophical talk — as many indy first films by would-be intellectuals tend to be. We mustn’t be too hard on them. And the idea is a…
