They Were Expendable (1945)

Kevin Spacey, sensitivity snob, is in his element in this laughably inept tribute to teen angst.

Capitaine Conan by Bertrand Tavernier has endured the sort of distribution hell which is the fate of most foreign films, even the best, in this country—which is why I have only just got round to seeing it. But if you are lucky enough to be near where it is playing, do go and see it….

For a few moments near the beginning of Betty Thomas’s 28 Days (written by Susannah Grant) you might almost begin to think that the comic drunk, that staple of 1950s humor who has now almost completely disappeared from the cultural landscape, was making a comeback. Nowadays, of course, we tend to think that laughing at…

Steven Spielberg’s watchable but naïve and incoherent account of the revenge by Israel for the murder of its Olympic athletes in Munich in 1972

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

Jesus’ Son [sic] adapted from a stories by Denis Johnson and directed by Alison Maclean represents a revivification of a kind of pretentiousness that had its heyday in the 1960s and was associated with that era’s conceit that hippies, drug-users and drop-outs of all descriptions were a higher order of spiritual being—more like Jesus himself,…