My Man Godfrey

Julie Taymor’s film is disappointingly like other biopics featuring artistic celebrities in using their art as an excuse for exploring their sex lives.

What happens when anything can happen? Pretty much nothing. Or at least nothing that anyone needs to care about

Tommy Lee Jones is hunting in the woods for a chicken-loving, people-hating serial killer that — gasp! — he trained. What’s not to like? Read on.

Payback is directed by Brian Helgeland, who was one of the writers involved in L.A. Confidential, and, like that film, this one is an exercise in ersatz film noir. It is not exactly a remake of John Boorman’s Point Blank of 1967, but both are based on the same novel, The Hunter, which was written…

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…

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