They Were Expendable (1945)

Another brilliantly funny episode in the lives of a cheese-eating inventor and his dog

Conservatives should always beware of the media’s praise, but that goes double for Hollywood conservatives. Clint Eastwood wishes to announce that he’s grown.

More super-heroes arrive to poison your children’s imaginations — but at least Pixar knows how to make them fun

Some people are fiddling with one of the greatest classics of the American popular culture without, apparently, knowing what they’ve got their hands on

[See “He Wore a Yellow Stripe,” The American Spectator of April, 2007, under “Articles”]   Discover more from James Bowman Subscribe to get the latest posts to your email. Type your email… Subscribe

The End of Violence, directed by Wim Wenders and written by Nicholas Klein is a frequently enjoyable film in which, however, there is far too much going on, an excess of Germanic portentousness and a hackneyed narrative premiss involving a vast governmental conspiracy (ho-hum) against the people. On the symbolic level the film is about…