Treasure of the Sierra Madre
[See “Entry from July 7, 2010” under “My Diary”]
Discover more from James Bowman
Subscribe to get the latest posts to your email.
[See “Entry from July 7, 2010” under “My Diary”]
Subscribe to get the latest posts to your email.
A gross and vulgar movie without even the excuse of being very funny
Sliding Doors by Peter Howitt is what they used to call — perhaps they still do — a stylish comedy, but it also has that little metaphysical kick that the movies occasionally give us, that sense of the supernatural somehow brought down to earth, domesticated and made familiar to us that only celluloid can confer….
A pretty routine bit of Hollywood uplift in the sporting context which isn’t quite sure about what it really believes
Poor Deputy Marshal Sam Gerard! The only fugitives he ever gets to chase are Houdini-like in their ability to wriggle out of certain capture and who thus put him through a hell of frustration over and over (and over and over) again. . .and then they turn out to be innocent! Oops! Hope I didn’t…
A Swedish vampire movie comes close to injecting a magical new life into a tired conceit but doesn’t quite succeed
The same trick which made Open Your Eyes a rather clever movie is also tried, in a somewhat cruder form, in The Thirteenth Floor, directed by Josef Rusnak. Unfortunately, in both cases the critic must refrain from revealing the trick, lest he spoil your enjoyment, though without revealing it the critic is almost completely unable…
Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.