Treasure of the Sierra Madre

Just another po mo fantasy? Just another superhero movie? I’m afraid so.

A memorable portrayal of an interplanetary seductress disguised as a disguised Scarlett Johansson

Devil’s Advocate, directed by Taylor Hackford to a script by Jonathan Lemkin and Tony Gilroy, is like Playing God in being a Hollywood version of the Faust legend. It is a more theologically sophisticated one, if ultimately no more successful. Al Pacino plays the devil under the name of “John Milton”—perhaps because this film comes…

Sisterhood forever! At least until some young hottie comes along with an irresistible offer to roger the schoolmarm. And even then. . . Andie MacDowell eats her cake and has it too.

If you liked Forrest Gump you will probably like Contact, which is by the same director, Robert Zemeckis. I didn’t like Forrest Gump. In fact, I hated Forrest Gump, so it is not surprising that I also hate Contact, which is full of exactly the same kind of cheap uplift as that on offer in…

. . .and the bad guys live happily ever after with their ill-gotten gains. Ho-hum. What a cliché this is becoming.