The Fan marks Robert De Niro’s fourth stalker. He’s Gil Renard, a San Francisco knife salesman whose avocation is his twisted, fanatical enthusiasm for the Giants. Gil is especially fixed on a new addition to the team’s roster, a power hitter named Bobby Rayburn who has recently led the Braves…
After the focused ugliness of Short Cuts, the casual, audience-contemptuous sloppiness of Robert Altman’s Ready to Wear (Pret-a-Porter) was a relief. It wasn’t a very good film, but at least Altman hadn’t stooped to indicting the fashion game–it was possible to enjoy his enjoyment of the subject’s naked absurdity, its…
Regarding last week’s announcement that Meteorite ALH84001 may have been crawling with Martian germs: What’s the big deal? Science may consider this the first sign of Martian life, but we moviegoers have always known that Mars was a jumpin’ place, teeming with everything from snarling monsters to Ruritanian civilizations of…
A perky little armadillo bustles around under the titles of Ron Shelton’s Tin Cup, snout out, tail high. After a while, it becomes clear that this creature is supposed to represent Kevin Costner’s character, Roy “Tin Cup” McAvoy. Of the two, it’s the armadillo who’d have grounds to take offense…
In Maybe . . . Maybe Not, a character mentions that he’s going to a Men’s Movement discussion group. “Oh, that’s so ’70s,” says another, and while the first guy concurs, he observes that such things are coming back into vogue. Apparently, a number of other things from the ’70s…
With the exception of Mansfield Park and a few minor or unfinished works, all of Jane Austen’s fiction has been adapted either for movies or for television within the past two years or so. Though almost two centuries have passed since she’s written anything new, Austen’s novel-to-film ratio is right…
Who saw Old Yeller? Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end? Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I’m sure! I cried my eyes out . . . –Bill Murray, Stripes The title canine of Disney’s Old Yeller saves young Tommy Kirk from wild pigs, and catches…
“Breathtaking” is one of the most overworked words in the critical lexicon, but make no mistake–the Jackie Chan vehicle Supercop is breathtaking. A dubbed and very slightly reedited version of a film I saw three years ago under the title Supercop (Police Story 3), this light-footed action comedy from Hong…
Cape Fear–De Niro poisons pooch Cujo–St. Bernard catches rabies, terrorizes people, dies gruesomely Dances With Wolves–Dog killed by evil Pawnee; wolf Two Socks killed by evil white soldiers Desperate Living–Dog run over by lesbians on crime spree Eye for an Eye–Dog doused with hot coffee by Kiefer Sutherland A Fish…
Movies about junkies certainly don’t exact the same toll from their audiences that actual junkies do from the people who care about them, but their techniques are often the same. Junkies can frequently be charming; so can junkie movies. Junkies elicit one’s pity, sometimes calculatingly; so do junkie movies. Junkies…
Farce often operates best with the sword of horror hanging over its head, and horror can chill more deeply when spiked generously with humor. Martin and Lewis and Hope and Crosby and the Dead End Kids all braved haunted houses; half of the monsters on the Universal lot played straight…
With the exception, maybe, of Oliver Stone, no current American director is as adept at staging battle scenes as Edward Zwick–the engagements in his Glory had a speed and terror that could make you gasp. Battle scenes also figure importantly in Zwick’s new film, Courage Under Fire, the first major…
John Sayles rushes in where other straight white males fear to tread. He’s written screenplays set everywhere from Secaucus to Harlem to Ireland to Depression-era West Virginia to Louisiana to, with the current Lone Star, a border town in Texas. And that’s just in his pet projects–his hackwork for other…
Independence Day isn’t dull–it holds the attention for all of its 144 minutes. Sometimes, it does so through the shocking gracelessness of its dialogue, or the weird jumble of its cast, or the simple astonishment over what cliches it isn’t above trying to put past us, but it never bores…
Misfit kids–nerds, loners, class clowns–have a rough time of it in school, but for many of them, the ultimate payoff is considerable: They sometimes get to grow up to be rock stars, novelists, Nobel laureates, stand-up comedians, computer tycoons and, of course, filmmakers. (The luckiest of them get to be…
Bill Rocz, the movie critic and celebrity interviewer for KPHO-TV, died last week after an excruciatingly long struggle with Lou Gehrig’s disease. A well-known and -liked Arizona media personality, the on-air Rocz epitomized wholesomeness as a sort of dapper, toupeed, mellifluous square. Hosting KPHO’s Hollywood Greats and Family Classics, he…
This much can be said about Striptease, anyway: It comes closer to capturing the spirit, if not the stature, of Daniel Defoe’s Moll Flanders than the current film that appropriates that masterwork’s title. As one woman forced into a shady lifestyle to another, Defoe’s resourceful, foolish, lusty, pious, magnificently human…
Andy Warhol and his circle of ’60s scenemakers are the focus of a cinematic renaissance. I Shot Andy Warhol detailed the attempted assassination of the pop artist by would-be feminist visionary Valerie Solanas. Basquiat, coming soon, features David Bowie as the pale media manipulator of the mid-’70s. And currently at…
At the end of the 1939 film of Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Hunchback gazes down from the bell tower of the title edifice at his beloved Esmeralda–Maureen O’Hara, who could make any man feel a bit deformed and subhuman. He’s saved her life repeatedly, yet there…
Ben Stiller and Jim Carrey may be the best TV comics in the movies. The sharpest work to date of that painfully promising and unrealized talent Stiller has been in his marvelous TV sketches, and that is the background of the comedy superstar Carrey, too. Both may feel that they…
The films from the production team of Jerry Bruckheimer and the late Don Simpson are big, sloppy monuments to male bonding–and not repressed, defensive, John Ford-style male bonding, either; the men of Bruckheimer-Simpson let it all hang out. The films are like Wagnerian versions of the beer ads where the…
Stella Gibbons’ 1932 debut novel Cold Comfort Farm is a sort of war between literary dispositions: Gibbons pits the fatalistic sense of Thomas Hardy’s haunted rustics against the cheery, matter-of-fact sensibility of a cultivated young Jane Austen-cum-P.G. Wodehouse heroine. As Gibbons bets on the latter, Miss Flora Poste, the result…
