Christopher Plummer has left us at age 91. A remarkable actor, he could play everything from Shakespearean kings and Incan royalty to an addled Holocaust survivor and an anti-Nazi Edelweiss-loving Austrian.
The name was Connery. Sean Connery. And nobody did Bond better. James Bond, that is.
First things first about the daring and absolutely hilarious “Borat Subsequent Moviefilm: Delivery of Prodigious Bribe to American Regime for Make Benefit Once Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan” – (hereafter to be known as “Borat 2”).
The question on everyone’s mind about “The King of Staten Island” is pretty simple: has Pete Davidson got the goods?
Given its not-so-subtle feminist agenda, “The invisible Man” might better be called “The Invisible Woman.”
The tone of poetic fantasy that was so effective in Benh Zeitlin’s “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” proves a terrible fit for his newest work, “Wendy.”
See if you can follow me here. The lady on fire in Céline Sciamma’s superb film, “Portrait of a Lady on Fire,” may not be the lady in the portrait. It could just as easily be ...
You could say Gordon Gekko was wrong. “Greed” isn’t just good. It’s hilarious – and ultimately quite sobering.
In many ways, “The Traitor” is the movie “The Irishman” should’ve been. It, too, is made by an aging master – 80-year-old Marco Bellocchio rather than 77-year-old Martin Scorsese. It, too, runs several hours. And ...
Because I swallowed both versions of “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels,” I usually expect to swallow Guy Ritchie’s other movies, well…lock, stock and two smoking barrels.
“Just Mercy” would be the one of the best movies of the year if the year were 1988 or even 1968. There were moments when I glanced away from the screen, looked back and fully expected ...
By Eleanor Ringel Cater “1917” occupies a kind of unusual no-man’s land, somewhere between Kirk Douglas’ “Paths of Glory” and Francis Ford Coppola’s “Apocalypse Now.” It’s not as good as either of those masterworks, but it’s good ...
As a woman, bibliophile and – you guessed it! – feminist, I’m supposed to love Louisa May Alcott’s 19th-century novel, “Little Women,” about four sisters and their mom, living in Massachusetts during the Civil War. Well, I ...
Maybe I’m all Martin Scorsese’d out. After all, I’ve been watching his movies for almost half a century. But “The Irishman,” which I’d hoped would be his piece de resistance, his final say on what he had ...
In “JoJo Rabbit,” Mel Brooks meets Wes Anderson, and it’s not a good match. Brooks is broad, vulgar, vaudevillian. Anderson is arch, aesthetic, a minimalist of sorts.
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