Big Sleep, The

Alan Parker’s film version of Angela’s Ashes points up what was wrong with the best-selling memoir by Frank McCourt on which it is based. I’ll be the first to admit that McCourt’s book was a good read, but what made it one was the wry humor and skillful writing, above all its sensitive ear for…

Martin Scorsese’s reverent Kundun proves the occasion for reminding us of a curious fact about Hollywood—namely that Buddhism is the only religion which Tinseltown treats with respect, let alone reverence. If I were a Buddhist, this would worry me. What is it that is wrong with this religion that a bunch of shallow, ignorant, self-important…

The movies have in the past found it profitable to cater for almost every kind of paranoia there is. The California fantasy factories must be getting a lot of business out of even the survivalist types—who, you would think, must live many miles from the nearest Multiplex—since they managed to get some black helicopters into…

The full length version of my review of Francis Ford Coppola’s Apocalypse Now Redux which appeared in a shortened form in the September-October American Spectator

A very funny movie, as you would expect from Ricky Gervais, but sadly lacking in ambition

Like so much of the rest of Neil LaBute’s output, this is a good movie in a bad — I think a very bad — cause.