Third Man, The

Clint Eastwood gives us more of his seemingly endless late-life penance for Dirty Harry when all we want is for Harry to come back

The best that can be said about a movie that should never have been made is that it’s not so bad as might have been expected

The influence of Quentin Tarantino continues to exert its baleful effect on lesser film-makers more than a decade after Pulp Fiction

An often funny, less-often satirical satire of the movie business which suffers from the usual weakness of its kind: it’s only kidding

U-571 by Jonathan Mostow, who directed and co-wrote it, might have been sub-titled “Indiana Jones Goes Underwater,” so many are the hair- breadth scapes i’th’imminent deadly breach. Once again, Hollywood has refused to learn the lesson that less can be more. For in real life — I mean if you were actually with the handful…

[See “Entry from July 30, 2008” under “My Diary”]