Springfield Rifle

A new Forrest Gump meets Memento, though this is worse than either. Of course it is festooned with Academy Award nominations

An anti-traditional look at the latest in criminality which is saved — at least in terms of box office success — by its politically suspect belly-laughs

[See “Conventional Cuts,” The American Spectator of December, 2006-January, 2007, under “Articles”] Discover more from James Bowman Subscribe to get the latest posts to your email. Type your email… Subscribe

As Enchanted April showed a few years ago, Italy is the promised land for the cold, sexually-repressed, work- obsessed Englishman or, more likely, Englishwoman. At least it is for the English who imagine themselves as having been kitted out by their climate or their religion or their national character with such a load of what…

Albert Brooks, more than any other Hollywood writer/director, is able to write satirically about Hollywood without at the same time succumbing to the charm of its own outrageousness. In The Muse he has had the particularly clever idea of casting Sharon Stone, Hollywood’s premiere sex symbol of the moment, as a sexless “Muse” (“All the…

The original was pretty dire, but the re-make is unspeakably awful